Chapter 1122

"We’ve found them." Riley’s voice was low and steady as he bowed slightly in respect. "In the basement beneath the ancestral hall of the old estate, we uncovered three individuals—each one identical to you, John." The air around Frederick seemed to freeze. A bitter chill radiated from him, so sharp it felt as if even the morning sunlight had dimmed in its presence. He had long suspected this—that the family would eventually cultivate replacements. Perfect doubles, tailored to mimic his mannerisms, his voice, his very existence. Still, hearing it confirmed, knowing those imposters now wore his face, twisted something primal in his gut. A face that had once belonged only to him… now stolen, replicated, cheapened. His hands clenched at his sides. A dark urge surged through him—a bone-deep craving to bring the entire clan crashing down in flames. To erase every trace of their corruption. But his voice, when he finally spoke, was carefully restrained. "Leave them where they are. Don’t inter