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“Greetings, everyone. I hope I’m not intruding,” Charles says politely. The servants can’t help but stare at him. He’s an important and good-looking man, but his humble temperament and refined manners are a sharp contrast to Lance’s proud demenaor and demanding attitude. “We were all trying to guess who Grandfather was bringing home,” Leonie says charmingly, “It’s an honor to dine with a doctor with such exceptional skills, Dr. Peters!” “You flatter me,” Charles responds. He turns to look at Andrea with concern, “I heard that Mrs. Hamilton isn’t well?” “Isn’t it a little strange to care so much about another man’s wife?” Lance asks posessively. He wraps a strand of Andrea’s hair around his finger and glares at Charles with frosty eyes. The doctor is really tempting fate by walk