"It's time you learn the truth about our family's origins."
The words hung in the air like a dark cloud.
Alex didn't wait for a reply. He disappeared into the hall, his steps echoing faintly on the cold marble floor.
Ivy sat frozen on the bed, still staring at the Transformation Sutra in her hands.
Her heart started beating faster, not because of her father's scolding—but because of that last sentence.
'The truth…about our family?' The girl half murmured, her fingers holding the sheet of paper in her hands.
And as the single memory of that humangous mansion came into her mind, she couldn't help but shudder.
The Morningstar Estate wasn't just a mansion.
It was a fortress.
A symbol of power, hidden away from normal people. She'd only been there once, when she was a kid, when she was too young to remember much.
But even back then…something about that place felt wrong.
Almost like secrets clung to their walls themselves.
