Old Man Hayes, whose full name was Alistair Hayes, sat at the head of the table, his fingers gently tapping on his cane.
To his left sat Damian Hayes.Across from him, Clarissa Hayes sat, Alistair's only daughter.
Clarissa narrowed her eyes. "Father, are you sure about this?"
Alistair nodded slowly. "Yes."
Damian frowned, swirling the wine in his glass without drinking it. "Father… we've grown a lot in recent years. But our power is still new compared to theirs. The Raven family… they're rooted deep."
He leaned forward, voice low. "I searched for everything about him as you asked. Ethan, he's the heir to the Raven family. And that makes things dangerous."
Alistair's expression remained calm. "That explains why someone wanted him dead."
"Exactly," Damian said. "The bus incident wasn't random. I'm almost certain the attack was orchestrated by someone within the Raven circle. Someone who didn't want Ethan to ever return to his roots."
