"Why did Uncle have to say it was Stella?"

Sherman opened his mouth, ready to protest, but one icy look from Sellers silenced him.

His expression flickered—anger, confusion, resignation—before he finally swallowed his words.

Karl, lost in his own storm, didn't notice any of it. His eyes were bloodshot, burning with hatred. He clenched his fists so tight his knuckles whitened, jaw set in a grim line.

“Stella, I swear—I'd rather die than let you win!"

Sellers' voice was calm, detached. “Karl, you need to rest. Tomorrow, I'll have someone send you away for a little vacation."

But Karl didn't seem to hear him. He just kept staring into space, consumed by a bitterness that chilled the room.

Sellers turned and strode out. Sherman hurried after him.

“Uncle,” he said urgently, "this wasn't Stella's doing at all. Why—"

him off coldly. "The head of the Gardner family? Untouchable. Even if we could take revenge, what

blame. Stella is the perfect

to

management, Sherman? Why you'll never be Karl's equal? It's because you're too sentimental. You still cling to these foolish notions of mercy. Remember this—show mercy to your enemy, and you're being cruel

you think there's still

already burned every bridge with Stella. There was no going

even if reconciliation

did they really

This wasn't petty rivalry this was

their own

"Besides, Aurora Williams can't stand Stella: Let them tear each other apart. If Stella's

Aurora, Sherman's determination

"I understand."

the violin competition was

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