Chapter 14
Dafa's POV: Grandfather's Legacy
The situation in that grand library was a weight I knew well. Thick. Suffocating. The silence of people forced to confront the truth they spent years burying. I had long lived outside these walls, but tonight, I stood within them, not as a boy begging for a place, but as a man claiming none.
To be honest, it felt strange standing there with my own father, yet being treated like a stranger who had just walked into someone else's life. The familiarity that should have existed between us was replaced by distance, cold calculation, and a weight of unspoken judgment. Every glance he cast my way measured me, assessed me, as if I were an intruder in a story I had no part in writing.
I swallowed hard, the old ache a familiar stone in my throat, and forced myself to stand taller. This was the same man who had once held me in his arms, yet he also regarded me with a caution and reserve I had never known.
