The corridor was still when the nurse finally moved.
The dent in the wall looked violent under the dim lights. Blood had smeared across the paint, dark and fresh. She crouched briefly, touching the cracked Surface with trembling fingers.
"He wasn't fine…" she whispered.
She had seen men angry before.
She had seen men grieving.
But what she saw in Izana's eyes wasn't just pain.
It was something breaking.
And if Izana broke… everyone would feel it.
If she couldn't stop him, someone else would have to.
She turned and walked quickly down the hall.
Dante opened his door on the second knock, already irritated.
"This better be important."
"It's Mr. Izana," the nurse said immediately.
That was enough.
His irritation vanished.
"What happened?"
"He found out," she said quietly. "About Miss Leah. About the miscarriage."
Dante went still.
"How?"
"He saw the file when we collided. I tried to stop him. He read everything."
Dante's jaw tightened.
"And?"
"He punched the wall. Twice. His hand is badly injured. He refused treatment. He looked…" She hesitated. "He looked like something broke."
Silence stretched.
"Where is he?"
"He's in his office," she replied. "And he wasn't… stable."
Dante didn't respond.
He just walked past her.
Izana's office door was locked.
Dante knocked once.
"Izana."
No answer.
He knocked again, harder.
"I know you're in there."
Still nothing.
Dante tried the handle.
Locked.
He stepped back and forced the door open.
The wood slammed against the wall.
Izana sat behind his desk, whiskey bottle in hand.
His knuckles were split open.
Blood streaked down his fingers and onto the desk.
He didn't look surprised to see Dante.
"You break my door now?" Izana said flatly.
Dante closed the door behind him.
"You want to tell me what happened?"
Izana took another drink.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
Izana's eyes sharpened.
"I'm not in the mood."
"I don't care about your mood."
Silence thickened.
Dante stepped closer, eyes dropping briefly to Izana's injured hand.
"You found out."
Izana's jaw tightened.
"Get out."
"So it's true."
"I said get out, Dante."
Instead, Dante moved closer.
"She didn't tell you because she didn't want to hurt you."
Izana stood abruptly, chair scraping loudly across the floor.
"You don't get to speak for her."
"I'm not. I'm stating a fact."
"She lost our child."
The words came out raw.
The room went quiet.
Dante's expression shifted.
"I know."
"You don't know what it felt like reading that," Izana snapped. "Seeing the date. Three days before I left."
Dante held his ground.
"You were trying to protect her."
"I wasn't fast enough."
"That doesn't make it your fault."
"Don't." Izana's voice dropped dangerously. "Don't say that."
"It wasn't your fault."
The next movement was instant.
Izana's fist collided with Dante's jaw.
The crack echoed sharply in the room.
Dante staggered back, more from shock than force.
Blood touched the corner of his mouth.
They stared at each other.
"You want to hit something?" Dante said lowly. "Fine. Hit it me again if that's what you need."
Izana swung again.
This time Dante blocked it.
They crashed into the desk, knocking papers and the whiskey bottle to the floor.
Glass shattered.
"You think hurting yourself fixes anything?" Dante shouted.
"You don't understand!" Izana roared back.
Dante shoved him hard.
"You're not the only one who lost something!"
That made Izana snap completely.
He lunged.
They grappled violently, shoving, punching, knocking furniture aside.
A shelf crashed to the ground.
The noise thundered through the mansion.
Footsteps echoed outside.
Then another door opened down the hall.
Elias.
He stepped out of his room, already alert.
"What the hell—."
Another loud crash cut him off.
He moved quickly toward Izana's office.
Inside, Dante shoved Izana against the wall.
"You're not alone in this!"
"Shut up!" Izana snapped, shoving him off.
They swung again.
The door burst fully open.
Elias stepped in.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Elias barked.
Neither stopped.
Dante tackled Izana sideways. They both crashed into the desk, flipping it partially onto its side.
"Enough!" Elias grabbed Dante's arm mid-swing and pulled him back.
Izana shoved Elias away immediately.
His injured hand trembled from the strain, blood now smeared across his knuckles and shirt.
"This isn't helping!" Elias snapped.
"Stay out of it," Izana growled.
"Like hell I will," Elias shot back. "You're bleeding all over the place."
Dante wiped blood from his lip.
"He found out," he said to Elias quietly.
Elias froze.
"…About the baby?"
Izana's eyes flickered sharply toward him.
The word hung heavy in the air.
Footsteps approached behind them.
Lighter ones.
Leah.
She appeared in the doorway, her hair slightly messy from sleep.
Her eyes widened at the destruction.
The overturned desk.
Broken glass.
Blood.
Elias stepped back slightly.
Leah's gaze moved slowly between all three men.
"What happened?"
No one answered.
Her eyes landed on Izana's injured hand.
"Izana…" she whispered.
His breathing slowed.
For the first time since the fight started, the anger drained.
Only guilt remained.
She stepped closer.
"Why are you bleeding?"
Dante and Elias exchanged a quick look.
Izana couldn't meet her eyes.
"It was nothing," he said quietly.
Leah looked at the destroyed office.
"This is not nothing."
Silence stretched painfully.
Elias spoke carefully.
"They just had a disagreement."
"At three in the morning?" she asked.
Her eyes moved back to Izana.
"You're shaking."
He hadn't realized he was.
She stepped closer and gently reached for his injured hand.
He flinched.
That hurt her more than the blood did.
"What's going on?" she asked softly.
Izana finally looked at her.
And there it was.
Not anger.
Not rage.
But something broken.
Elias felt it immediately.
Dante saw it too.
Leah's voice dropped.
"Please don't shut me out."
The room went quiet.
And for the first time that night, Izana realized the fight hadn't been the loudest thing in the mansion.
The silence now was worse.