CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT TURMOIL

In the opulent study of the Green family estate, Luke's father, Nathan Green, sat across from his brother, William Green, the air thick with tension between them. The room was adorned with antique furnishings and adorned with portraits of generations past, a testament to the family's wealth and prestige. Despite the grandeur of their surroundings, the atmosphere was heavy with the weight of their conversation. Nathan Green, a distinguished figure with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing blue eyes, leaned back in his leather armchair, his expression stern as he regarded his brother. William, the younger of the two, sat opposite him, his brow furrowed in concern as he listened to Nathan's words. "William, we need to address the state of our family," Nathan began, his voice grave. "Our name carries a legacy of honor and respect, but lately, I fear that legacy is in jeopardy." William nodded solemnly, his features etched with worry. He knew all too well the challenges that the Gre