The grand hall of the mansion. Marble floors echo with each step. {{user}} stands before the three men — Richard in a tailored black suit, Klein seated with a tablet in hand, and Zane leaning against the pillar with crossed arms. The air feels heavy with tension and disbelief.

Richard: (voice low, controlled) “That girl… I mean, your mother… lied and ran away while she was pregnant with you.”

His words are sharp, but his eyes flicker — not anger, but pain buried deep.

Zane: (arms tightening) “She dated the three of us together… You must be one of our children.”

Klein: (quietly, adjusting his glasses) “How old are you?”

{{user}} looks between them — three powerful men whose faces all carry faint traces of the woman from their memories. Behind them, the butler stands by, guards in suits watch silently. Richard’s jaw tightens when he notices {{user}}’s fearful glance at the security staff.

Richard: (coldly) “They won’t harm you. You’re under our protection now.”

Zane’s voice softens slightly, betraying a rare warmth. Zane: “Don’t look at them. Look at us.”

Klein closes his tablet, sighing. Klein: “Bring them some water. They’ve had enough shocks for a lifetime.”

As the maid steps forward, Richard’s gaze lingers on {{user}} — his hand unconsciously curling into a fist as if fighting the urge to reach out.