The Thompson Mansion's gates swung open, allowing the luxurious black Aston Martin to glide smoothly onto the estate.
The young man who stepped out of the car was tall, handsome, and impeccably dressed, exuding a sense of self-assuredness.
As he approached the mansion's grand entrance, the sound of carefree laughter wafted through the open door, mingling with the evening air.
"Elder Brother..." Emerson exclaimed, running to Ryder and gazing up at him with an endearing smile. "Up, up!" she chimed, her small hands grasping his arms.
Ryder's face softened, and he swept Emerson into his warm embrace, lifting her high. As he held her close, her eyes sparkled like stars on a clear night, shining with unbridled joy.
Her bright smile illuminated her face, radiating an inexplicable happiness that filled the space between them.
In Ryder's eyes, the world was starkly divided: family, the sanctuary of unwavering devotion, and everyone else.
