The standoff in the hospital parking lot crackled with tension. Percival Covington stood his ground, eyes locked with Uncle Moreau as police cars pulled up with flashing lights.
"Perhaps we should let the authorities handle this situation," Percival suggested coolly, his voice controlled despite the rage simmering beneath.
Uncle Moreau sneered. "If my family is wronged today, I will personally see this hospital reduced to rubble."
He turned to his nephew Raphael, who hovered anxiously nearby. "Go upstairs. Watch everything. Record everything."
Raphael nodded nervously and hurried toward the entrance.
Uncle Moreau stepped closer to Percival, dropping his voice to a threatening whisper. "You may think you're untouchable, Covington, but remember—even giants fall."
Percival's expression remained impassive, but his eyes hardened. "Is that a threat, Mr. Moreau?"
"Consider it a promise," Uncle Moreau replied before walking away.
