Building The Strongest Family-Chapter 196: Pixel And Promises [ 1 ]

Julian pressed on, his voice softening. "Billy’s not wrong for wanting something different. He just chose the wrong time to declare it. And you..."

"...Did what had to be done," Arthur finished.

"Yes," Julian agreed. "But being the family head isn’t just about protecting our assets; it’s about shepherding our hearts not like a tyrant, but like a father."

Arthur looked away, and for the first time, Julian caught a glimpse of vulnerability flickering across his brother’s face.

"I wasn’t raised to be that," Arthur admitted. "Our father was cold. Our mother was gone. I was forged by necessity."

Julian nodded slowly, recalling the past. "I remember. You were twelve when you started reading market reports before bed. You sacrificed soccer, music, friends... all to prepare for a role no one actually asked you to take."

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"Yes," Julian said gently. "But it came at a cost. You became a machine, brilliant and calculating... but alone. And now that Billy wants to embrace his humanity, you see that as betrayal."

Arthur’s fingers tapped restlessly against the glass. "He is betraying us! This family isn’t a playground or a retreat center for lost souls to find themselves."

"It could be," Julian countered softly. "Or at least parts of it could be! What’s the point of all this money, legacy, and power if we forget what it’s truly for?"

Arthur frowned deeply. "Survival... protection."

Julian shook his head firmly. "No! It’s about people, family and building a future based on trust instead of control."

With frustration bubbling over, Arthur drained his wine in one gulp and set the glass down with a thud. "You’re asking me to become something I never learned how to be!"

Julian smiled warmly at him. "Then start now."

Arthur stood abruptly and walked toward the window where outside, the gardens shimmered under moonlight, pristine yet lifeless, a stark reminder of simpler times when he remembered Billy and Liz playing in those very fields.

"If I’m not strict," Arthur said quietly as he gazed out into the night, "we fall apart."

Julian joined him at the window and replied earnestly, "If you’re never gentle? We shatter anyway."

They stood there in silence, two brothers bound by blood yet scarred by duty, until Julian placed a reassuring hand on Arthur’s shoulder.

"Being the head means making tough choices," he said gently, "but it also means knowing when to forgive to trust, to ask for help! You’re not some godlike figure; you’re just a man trying to save his family! Sometimes, the best leaders are those who admit they don’t have all the answers."

Arthur closed his eyes momentarily as doubt crept into his heart.

"Do you think... he’ll ever forgive me?"

Julian paused, his gaze steady. "If he sees you trying, maybe. But if all he sees is a closed door? No chance."

Arthur opened his eyes wider, searching his brother’s face for answers. "And what if he fails out there?"

"Then he learns," Julian replied, his voice calm and resolute. "Perhaps one day, he returns stronger, not as a lost soldier but as a man who has found his way."

Arthur let out a dry laugh, shaking his head slightly. "You always manage to make it sound so poetic."

"No, Arthur," Julian said firmly, grasping his hand with conviction. "I simply still believe in family, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts."

The fire crackled softly behind them, casting flickering shadows that danced across the room.

Finally turning away from the window, Arthur’s expression was unreadable; yet in his eyes lingered a hint of softness, a glimmer of understanding. "Thank you, Uncle."

"Always," Julian replied with an encouraging smile. "Even generals need their brothers."

Together they stepped away from the window, two men, one an uncle the other the nephew bound not just by blood but by the weight of a name that held immense significance... and the fragile hope that perhaps, just perhaps, it could mean something more.

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The hallways of the Osborn estate were steeped in an eerie silence, illuminated only by the warm, amber glow of antique sconces.

Arthur’s footsteps echoed softly as he made his way toward the west wing the children’s quarters.

Despite the weight of recent events pressing on his shoulders, a gentle smile crept across his lips.

He paused in front of Liz’s room, where a familiar emblem of a phoenix was etched onto the dark-wood door.

He raised his knuckles to knock but hesitated for just a heartbeat.

Then, summoning his courage, he rapped three times and called out softly, "Liz, I’m coming in."

Without waiting for a response, Arthur pushed the door open.

Inside was a breathtaking fusion of sleek technology and childhood nostalgia.

Plushies dotted the corners of her oversized gaming chair, neon lights pulsed rhythmically from behind her triple-monitor setup, and the air was infused with the comforting scents of lavender and bubblegum.

Above her bed hung an enormous poster depicting a frost-covered fantasy realm titled Eternal Vale.

Liz only thirteen but already fiercely intelligent and endlessly curious was curled up in her chair with her headset draped casually around her neck.

Her eyes flitted through tabs on her floating Eclipse OS interface like a hummingbird darting between flowers.

When she noticed Arthur enter, she paused her display and tilted her head curiously. "You coming to ban me from gaming now too?"

Arthur chuckled as he strolled into the room and flopped onto her bed like it was his own personal sanctuary.

"Depends! Have you been secretly investing our family trust in crypto memes again?"

Liz shot him a cheeky grin. "No promises."

Arthur exhaled deeply, letting the tension from earlier slip away as if it were carried off by an unseen breeze.

The atmosphere in Liz’s room felt lighter a time capsule insulated from the burdens that came with leadership.

"Why’d you kick Billy out?" Liz asked suddenly; her smile vanished like mist under sunlight.

Her voice dropped to almost a whisper as if discussing something sacred or haunted. "I saw that look in your eyes... it hurt you. So... why?"

Arthur turned to face her, his gaze softening more than she’d seen in ages.

"I didn’t kick him out, Liz," he replied quietly. "Not really. Sometimes... sometimes you have to let someone walk through fire to discover what they’re truly made of."

Liz furrowed her brows; tears shimmered in her eyes like dew on grass at dawn. "But... what if he burns?"

Arthur sat up straight, elbows resting on knees as he stared at his clasped hands for a moment before meeting her gaze again.

"Then he learns," he said earnestly. "He’s stronger than he thinks and he’s not alone! I didn’t lock any doors behind him; I just opened them in another direction."

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