The grand mansion of the Bennet Family was steeped in tense silence, the once-lively hallways now thick with the scent of antiseptic and hushed murmurs.
Servants hurriedly made way for the stretcher carrying Jasper Bennet, bruised, battered, and barely conscious.
His parents, Stefano and Nicoletta, followed closely behind, their faces grim with worry and fury.
As they entered the infirmary, the Bennet Family's best healers and physicians were already waiting, their expressions focused as they prepared to tend to their young master's injuries.
Stefano's jaw was set tightly, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease as he watched his only son's battered form.
'This Alaric...,' he thought, a strange mix of admiration and concern brewing within him. 'What kind of child can unleash such strength and ruthlessness at this age?'
