"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 canāt wait to share this good news with everyone," Amber said, just as a servant hurried over.
"Butler."
"What is it?" Amberās 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."
"Iām 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 hadnāt been seen in England for almost a year.
"How was it? Did you encounter any danger?"
"Thrilling and exciting, almost died there." Earl Beateās greatest hobby is adventure; heās an avid adventurer. "Alright, enough about that. Whereās my little nephew? Hurry and let me see him ā I came here just to see my little nephew."
Earl Beate excitedly took out a silver pistol from his person. By its design, it was obviously handcrafted in the Middle Ages, recognizable to anyone familiar with family history as the special gun of the old Duke of Westminster from the colonial period.
"This gift is too valuable."
"Not valuable, not at all. My little nephew is the twenty-first heir of our family and naturally should be treated grandly. By the way, where is he? Why not call him out to see his uncle?"
"Oh, my dear Duke, I really didnāt expect you to be the first one to have a child, and already this grown." The morning newspaper was out, and the whole family was buzzing.
Especially these brothers who grew up together; they could tell at a glance that it was undoubtedly the Dukeās child.
The Duke of Westminster and Amber exchanged a glance, shaking their heads helplessly. "I still donāt know."
"Huh?" Beate was dumbfounded, "Whatās going on actually?"
"I just found out from the newspaper. Before this, I never knew I had a child. If I had known, do you think I wouldnāt bring them back?"
"We all thought you were shy, embarrassed." Realizing he misspoke, Beate hurriedly tried to rectify it, "No, no, we thought you were considering all our feelings, so you just hadnāt mentioned it."
The Duke of Westminster showed an expression of helplessness. Beateās ambiguous look only made him more uneasy. The newspaper remained in his hand, and he reread the contents.
"I think this time, I must personally go to M country."
"Your Grace, your private plane is ready," Amber said joyfully. When he brought the newspaper to see the Duke, he had already prepared the plane and all means of transport in advance.
"Of course, you could also choose to take a yacht, but the yacht is too slow; the plane is quicker. That way, we can make it to the global art auction."
"Alright!"