Percy's POV
The moment I stepped into the study, the air felt different—heavy, charged, like something irreversible was about to happen.
Dad stood near the desk, one hand pressed against it as he spoke into his phone in a low, controlled voice, every word sharp enough to cut.
Mom was flipping through medical files, already coordinating names, schedules, specialists—her movements fast, precise, like if she stopped for even a second, she'd fall apart.
Grandpa stood by the window, silent… too silent. And that silence? It was worse than shouting.
"We're not sending her back," Dad said the second he ended the call, looking straight at me. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried authority that made it final.
"I'll talk to hvis board myself. She'll give her exams online. No arguments."
Mom nodded instantly, adding, "Therapy starts immediately. I've already contacted the best trauma specialists. Chemo plans—we'll begin consultations tonight." Her voice trembled for just a second before she steadied it.
LI stepped closer, my jaw tight. "She's not going anywhere near that place again," I said quietly. "Not after what they did to her." For a moment, no one spoke. Then Grandpa turned—and just like that, the room shifted from family… to something else entirely.
He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
"Call them," Grandpa said simply.
Dad didn't question it. Neither did I.
The first call went through, and the room fell into a suffocating silence as we waited. I could hear the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, each second stretching longer than it should. Then—
"Yes," Grandpa spoke into the phone, calm, almost detached. "Initiate it."
That was it.
No explanation. No hesitation.
He hung up.
We waited.
And then—Mom's tablet lit up.
A notification.
Then another.
Then ten.
Her hands froze mid-air as she stared at the screen. "It's… it's starting," she whispered.
Dad grabbed the remote and turned on the television.
Every major news channel was already breaking into live coverage.
"Breaking News: Hanamitchi Group under massive investigation—multiple illegal operations exposed overnight—"
Another channel switched.
"Authorities confirm financial fraud, underground dealings, and international violations tied to Hanamitchi leadership—stocks plummeting—"
I felt my breath slow.
This wasn't pressure.
This wasn't damage control.
This was destruction.
Complete.
Within minutes, headlines flooded every screen—phones, tablets, TVs. The empire that had stood for decades… was collapsing in real time.
Grandpa didn't even look surprised.
"They're done," he said flatly.
Dad didn't wait.
He was already dialing the next number.
"Leak all the dirt on that bastard Kaizer Watson," he muttered under his breath, and something in his eyes darkened in a way I hadn't seen before.
The call connected, and his tone turned ice-cold. "You should turn on the news."
He hung up before the man on the other end could even respond.
Then he made another call.
And another.
Orders. Names. Coordinates. Exposure.
Within minutes—
The second wave hit.
"Breaking: Watson Industries under scrutiny—North-East operations frozen—"
"Leaked documents reveal illegal trade links—investigations expanding—"
"Shares crash as authorities begin mass seizures—"
Mom covered her mouth, tears slipping down her face—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming force of what was unfolding.
Grandpa exhaled slowly, watching the screen like a man observing a finished game.
"This is what happens," he said quietly, "when someone touches what's mine and especially if she is a Mariano, My Blood"
Then came the final order.
Grandpa picked up his phone again, his voice dropping lower than before.
"Remove Angelo from the League struo him off every power he hold here and in the city.." he said. "Effective immediately,if he throws tantrums leak all the dirt we got on him.."
I stilled.
That wasn't just power.
That was absolute control.
"Deploy top agents," he continued. "Philippines. London. Japan. I want eyes everywhere. Every movement. Every flight. Every contact."
A pause.
Then colder—
"If anything moves toward her… I want to know before it even breathes."
He ended the call.
And just like that—Silence returned.But it wasn't the same silence as before.This one was heavier.Final.
After a while, Dad spoke again, his voice calmer now—but still firm.
"She's not safe here."
Mom looked at him immediately. "What do you mean?"
"There are way too many eyes around her " he replied. "What we just did? It won't go unanswered Watson will come to take there revenge..especially Kaizer..."
Grandpa didn't argue.
Because he knew it was true.
Dad looked at me, then at both of them.
"We have to move from here. "
Mom's brows furrowed. "Where?"
A pause.
Then—
"Seoul."
The word settled in the room like a decision already made.
"It's controlled. Quiet. The best place for her treatment," Dad continued. "And far from anyone who might try to reach her also we can manage everything from there the company the work and everything.."
Mom nodded slowly, wiping her tears.
Grandpa gave a single, approving nod.
And me?
I just stood there for a second.
Thinking about the girl lying unconscious upstairs.
Everything she had lost.
Everything she didn't even know yet.
Then I clenched my fists slightly.
"Okay I'll send a cleaning crew right away in our estate in seoul and start processing our stuff over there...according to this olan we can leave in two days," I said quietly.
Dad nodded.
"Two days are fine,but the only thing we have to deal with is telling her about it and to take care of her...."
I spoke up
"Yes dad, this time jay Jay won't be alone,we all are gonna be there for her no matter what comes I'll face it before she can even sense it's presence around her..."
Dad nodded.
And this time—
We weren't just running.We were making sure no one could ever reach her again.
And this time—
We weren't just running.
We were building walls the world itself couldn't break.
Every decision made in this room… every call… every name destroyed… it all led to one thing.
Her.
Not revenge.
Not power.
Not control.
Her.
I paused for a second before stepping out, my hand resting briefly on the doorknob, my thoughts drifting upstairs—to the girl lying unconscious, fighting battles none of us saw coming.
And something inside me settled.
Cold.
Unshakable.
Final.
Because the truth was—
They thought they broke her.
They thought they pushed her out of their world.
They thought she was alone.
They were wrong.
Jay wasn't alone anymore.
She had us now.
A family that would burn empires without hesitation.
A brother who would stand between her and the world without a second thought.
And a name—
That people should have been more afraid of.
I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, my gaze lifting toward the staircase that led to her room.
My baby sistah.
My responsibility.
My fight.
And this time—Anyone who tried to touch her again…Wouldn't just lose her.They'd lose everything....