The old gentleman sighed lightly at this point, watching the soup that had been left to sit before slowly sipping it again.
After finishing, he lifted his gaze to Charlotte Allison, his usually stern eyes softening a bit, and said:
"There are many people in the family; it's hard to explain just by saying. When you and Lucas Quinn hold your wedding, everyone in the family will attend. You will meet them then."
At the wedding of the next heir, these people need to come to recognize the family, to meet the future wife's next patriarch.
The old gentleman glanced at the thermos flask, which Charlotte noticed, and said, "There's one bowl left. I just asked the doctor; you shouldn't drink too much."
The old gentleman's eyes dimmed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of regret: "Then let Mr. Grey have it."
Mr. Grey was his driver.
He had already had two bowls and was quite satisfied. When he heard the last bowl was for him, he gladly took it over to drink.
