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The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a crystal chandelier, casting soft shadows on the mahogany furniture. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with the faint aroma of leather from the sofas. Aydan, tall and imposing in a tailored charcoal suit, sits with a furrowed brow, his dark brown eyes fixed on the newspaper in his hands. The sound of the paper being tossed onto the table cuts through the quiet evening like a thunderclap. Nathael, a boy of ten with his mother's defiant eyes, freezes mid-step, realizing his escape route is blocked. Aydan rises slowly, his footsteps deliberate and heavy on the polished floor as he approaches his son. 'I got a call from your teacher this afternoon,' he says, his voice a low, controlled rumble. 'She said that you mocked and insulted your frie…