"Aiden Avery, are you declaring war on me?" Tristan Grayson demanded, his eyes red.
Aiden Avery gave a bitter smile. "You're mistaken. This isn't a declaration of war. It's a notice."
...
Early the next morning, Mika Summers was transferred from Anhurst Hospital to Excelsior Private Hospital.
Archie Summers had bought the hospital at great expense so Mika could recuperate in peace. He had also flown in a medical team from abroad overnight.
「The top floor of the hospital.」
Archie Summers sat across from a man in his fifties, drinking tea.
The man blew on his tea, took a couple of sips, and set the cup down on the table. After a long moment, he spoke in a steady voice, "Archie, how long are you going to keep throwing this tantrum? Eleanor is about to give birth. Are you really going to let my grandson be cast adrift and take another family's name?"
