Quickly, Diana walked over and gently hooked her small hand onto his arm.
"Let's go."
His expression softened a bit as he pulled her hand, bringing her closer to him.
Diana instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
If he didn't notice, that's a relief.
As the two entered, they spotted a middle-aged man with graying temples approaching them, dressed in a tailcoat, exuding an air of an English gentleman.
Diana recalled that he was the steward of the old mansion.
"Sir," the man greeted John with a respectful bow.
"Mr. Anderson," John responded in a composed voice, "Where is my grandfather?"
"Mr. Harrison was aware of your arrival and has been waiting for you," Mr. Anderson replied with a smile on his face.
As he spoke, he discreetly glanced at Diana.
Having met numerous people, he was s
