After breakfast, the dining table slowly turned quiet as everyone finished their meal, but the tension from earlier still lingered in the air. Advik stood there for a moment, wiping his hands with a napkin, his sharp eyes softening just a little as he looked toward his mother. It wasn’t easy for someone like him to admit anything, yet he still stepped forward and said in a calm but slightly hesitant voice, “Maa… now you forgive me?” His tone carried both authority and a rare hint of vulnerability, something only his family ever got to witness.