Chapter 150: Unexpected Twist 2

Jessica glanced at the clock on the wall and let out a deep sigh. Time was moving and at a fast pace, but the atmosphere in the room felt frozen, thick with tension and heavy with emotion.

The truth sat between them like a thundercloud, refusing to pass with another storm still lingering behind.

Elliot’s eyes hadn’t left Davis’s face for a while now. He sat still, studying the young man intently, like someone trying to memorize a long-lost picture.

Every feature tugged at his heart totally reminding him of what he has lost.

His facial features clearly defined like hers—those deep, sharp eyes, the proud nose, the thick brows.

The more he looked, the more he saw her—Siri, his daughter. His little girl who vanished years ago with nothing but a whisper in the wind. Now, her son sat before him. His grandson.

A soft, broken sigh escaped Elliot’s lips.

"I never thought..." he murmured, voice low and rough, "that I would stare into the eyes of my blood and not recognize him. Though, I felt it but I didn’t bother giving it much thought. I failed. I failed to know my own flesh."

The weight of that realization pressed hard against his chest. He had spent years searching—his heart restless, his mind tormented by guilt and longing.

He had flipped every stone, used every connection, every dark and secret path the underworld offered him. And yet, the one place he never thought to look... was the Allen family.

Of all people. Of all enemies.

How could he have missed it? When the most dangerous place is usually the safest place.

Being the head of the Ravensdale mafia, Elliot always took pride in being two steps ahead of any information and news.

He was a man who knew so many secrets of others’ and his own. His network was vast, his resources endless, and his instincts always sharp. But now, those instincts had failed him in the most painful way.

Never in his wildest imagination did he think his princess (Siri Ravensdale) would end up connected to the Allens for any reason.

bitter feud, the bloodshed, the betrayal that tore both families apart—he believed it was

the Allens? They kept their distance too. The two names couldn’t exist in the same sentence, let alone under the same roof. He had totally refrained from investigating the Allen family

here he was, face to face with the Allen family’s crippled

and regret shaking him to the core. His hands trembled slightly, and he placed them flat on

still remember Siri’s last moments with him—her smiles, laughter as they chatted about situations but then she asked a question "Dad, can I make

as he recalls his response "Siri, the Ravens have a rule

the last. Then she left... and never came back. Now he knew

I never wanted to look," Elliot said, more to

were right there with her, was she happy? Was she treated bad? Was she hurt? Did she ever mentioned

watching the battle in Elliot’s heart unfold on his face. She had imagined this scene many times in her head, but

was still, but Jessica could feel the storm inside him. His hands were

His emotion spiraling out of control that Jessica and Davis didn’t know

the ancient grudge and keep pretending this bond doesn’t exist? Or do I break it all—defy the old order

his head

already lost my daughter. Am I supposed to lose my grandson and my granddaughter too? What about

that kind of

so shaken. For the first time, the powerful,

a little, and he looked at the man who had unknowingly been searching for him his

spoke, voice low but clear. "You don’t have to decide now. Neither do I. But one thing is sure... we are blood, she mentioned

gave a small nod, but couldn’t find the

voice soft but steady. "You once said that the past defines us, but it doesn’t have to control

it flickered with hope but not for too long and it dimmed again as he recalls how deep the feud of the Allen and Ravensdale family ran. It wasn’t just personal—it was built into the foundation of their worlds. Alliances, betrayals, a dark history soaked

a choice to defy everything that had been ingrained in him for decades. Elliot sighed in regret while thinking

at the helm of affairs in the past understood it. And yet... sitting in this room, with the truth out and

a deep breath, steadying himself. He reached out a trembling hand and placed it on Davis’s

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