Meanwhile, Felix sat in his family's opulent mansion in Bangkok, a far cry from Debbie's modest apartment. The grandeur of the house was
suffocating—a reminder of the expectations that
loomed over him like storm clouds.
At dinner, his grandmother spoke in her usual cryptic tone, swirling her tea as if it held all the answers. "The gift of seeing into others' hearts is both a blessing and a curse, Felix. Use it recklessly, and it will consume you."
"I didn't ask for this gift," Felix replied, his voice low.
"Why couldn't I have a normal family, one without
hidden agendas and ancient rituals?"
His father, seated at the head of the table, slammed
his fist down. "You were born into this family, Felix.
That comes with responsibility!"
Felix pushed his chair back abruptly and stood.
"Responsibility? You mean control. All of you just
want to control me." He stormed out, his emotions
surging so strongly that the lights in the hallway
flickered as he passed.