章 62: Attacking The Farrow Family

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the sprawling Steele estate. The study, filled with the scent of aged parchment and ink, was bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun. Lyra sat at her desk, her head bent over a piece of parchment, the quill in her hand gliding smoothly as she drafted a formal letter. Across from her, Alaric leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his gaze steady and thoughtful.

"You sure about this, Mother?" Alaric's voice broke the silence, steady but laced with an undertone of caution. "It's a bold move, even for us."

Lyra paused, lifting her gaze to meet her son's. Her emerald eyes, so often a well of warmth and wisdom, now gleamed with determination. "Boldness is exactly what's needed, Alaric," she said, her voice resolute. "The Farrows have meddled for too long. They've forced our hand, and now it's time we showed them what the Steele Family is capable of."