Outside Tony Clark's Residence…
The young members of the Clark family stood gathered in front of him, their expressions uneasy, their eyes shifting between each other and the man who had summoned them.
No one spoke first… Because everyone knew that Tony Clark did not call people for casual conversations.
He stood at the center, hands loosely behind his back, gaze sweeping across each face slowly, deliberately, as if measuring their worth. The silence stretched long enough to become uncomfortable.
Finally…
He spoke.
"So…" Tony's voice was calm, almost soft. "Not a single one of you came to receive me."
No one answered.
"And not one of you," he continued, his tone slightly sharper now, "attended my engagement."
A few of them flinched.
One of the youths stepped forward hesitantly. "Brother Tony, we were… occupied with sect duties. The academy tasks…"
"Shut up."
The words were not loud… But they cut cleanly.
Tony's gaze snapped toward him, cold and dismissive.
