-Third Point of View-
That night, in the Arleon mansion, a young woman stepped cautiously into a vast chamber. The room was dimly lit, with only the moonlight seeping through the large windows, casting faint shadows on the walls.
Carefully, she approached the grand bed in the center of the room. There, a middle-aged man lay weakly, his face pale, his breaths labored. The once-commanding gaze in his eyes was now dull, as if the will to live had slowly faded.
"Dad…" her soft voice broke the silence.
The man's eyelids trembled before slowly opening. His blurry eyes struggled to recognize the figure calling him.
"…Cecil?" His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. He tried to move his hand, but his strength had long since abandoned him. "Don't…"
The young woman, Cecilia Arleon, remained standing beside the bed, her expression unreadable. "No, Dad. Everything is going according to plan," she said softly, yet with unwavering certainty.
