388: Revelations and Reservations

The tense atmosphere around the dinner table thickened as the evening wore on, the dim light casting long shadows as the siblings awaited their moment. With their father finally home and visibly disoriented by the alcohol, Maxwell seized the opportunity to steer the conversation towards the hidden fissures in their family's foundation. "Dad, tonight isn't just about Thanksgiving," Maxwell began, his voice steady despite the tension. "We're here because we need to understand what's been threatening our family. It’s not just the company struggles; it’s deeper, personal. We know there's more you haven’t told us." The father, his senses dulled by the wine, looked around at his children's earnest faces. The gravity of the moment was not lost on him, even through his haze. "What are you getting at?" he murmured, a note of defensiveness creeping into his slurred words. Wayne leaned in, his tone serious. "We've come across some information that suggests our recent troubles aren't just busin