Chapter 180: High Expectations

The grandeur of the Ator family mansion enveloped Cynthia as she strode through its hallowed halls, her footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. She had been summoned by the family head himself, a rare occurrence that filled her with a sense of anticipation and trepidation. Entering the family head’s study, Cynthia found herself face to face with the imposing figure of the patriarch, seated behind his mahogany desk with an air of authority that brooked no dissent. “Ah, Cynthia,” the family head greeted her, his voice resonating with gravitas. “Thank you for coming.” Cynthia inclined her head respectfully. “Of course, sir,” she replied, her tone deferential. “How may I be of service?” The family head regarded her with a piercing gaze, his eyes betraying the weight of his expectations. “I wanted to speak with you about William,” he began, his voice measured but firm. “As you know, he is poised to inherit the mantle of leadership within our family.” Cynthia nodded, her ex