The slam of the study door echoed through the mansion, leaving Daon standing alone in the vast, silent dining hall. The air still vibrated with the aftershock of his brother's departure and his father's ultimatum. Daon's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of panic.
"Father, wait!" he pleaded, following Mr. Lee into his study. "You can't be serious! Disowning him? He's your son! He's not thinking clearly—"
Mr. Lee spun around, his eyes glacial. "He made his choice. He chose that... that nobody over his own blood, over centuries of legacy. There is no going back." He moved to his desk, his movements sharp and decisive. "I will hold a press conference at the company first thing in the morning. Lee Taekyun will be formally removed from all positions and stripped of his inheritance. His name will be cut from the family registry. He is dead to this family."
