"I know." The Duke of Westminster gazed at the newspaper in his hand, focused on the little boy in the picture. The more he looked, the more delighted he felt, especially drawn to those eyes, which made him feel a particular closeness.
"This is my child." He said solemnly, "It must be."
"Wonderful, I can't wait to share this good news with everyone," Amber said, just as a servant hurried over.
"Butler."
"What is it?" Amber's normally serious face broke into a chrysanthemum-like smile due to his happiness.
"Earl Beate is here to visit."
"Beate is here?" The Duke of Westminster showed a hint of surprise.
"Yes, Earl Beate is waiting downstairs, Your Grace."
"I'm going down immediately." The Duke of Westminster quickly turned and went downstairs, where he was greeted by a burly man with a warm embrace.
"When did you return?"
"Just now." Earl Beate had visited country S a while ago and hadn't been seen in England for almost a year.
"How was it? Did you encounter any danger?"
