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Sean had spent most of his adult life deployed with the military, barely spending any time at home.

He had only transferred back two years ago. From childhood until now, he had virtually no emotional bond with his family.

Because of that, he was genuinely appalled to hear his own mother speak of human life with such casual disregard.

He went upstairs, packed a duffel bag, and carried it back down, only to hear Victoria demand, "Where are you going?"

"A friend is doing business across the border. I'm going with him and won't be back for a while."

Victoria flared up the moment she heard this. "Why are you leaving at a time like this? You've been in the military for years; you definitely know people who can help. Sean, Wesley is your brother. You can't just stand by and do nothing. I know you've harbored resentment because your father and I had Wesley in secret, but you were never around when you were deployed. We needed someone by our side to care for us."

Sean couldn't be bothered to listen. He kept walking toward the door, only to be stopped by Vincent Vance's sharp shout. "Where do you think you're going?!"

Vincent held absolute authority in this house; he was the undisputed patriarch.

Sean tightened his grip on his bag. "Going into business with a friend. I'm done at the precinct, so I need to find something else to do."

Still dressed in his tailored suit, Vincent stood at the top of the stairs and let out a cold scoff. "Are you really going into business, or are you just feeling so incredibly righteous that you refuse to associate with your own family? I never should have let you leave in the first place. You've gotten completely out of control out there."

Sean closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said nothing. He walked out without looking back.

"Sean! Sean!"

Victoria chased after him for a few steps, her face twisted with panic.

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