Madame Iris was silent, the woman clenched her fists tightly while glaring sharply. "Do you think your father would be very proud of that?"
"At least I know gratitude. Not a traitor like you," Lynne replied sharply. The woman glanced at the corner of the room, saw a small boy curled up. Yes, her half-brother. Who knows who the boy's father is and who knows why, Mr. Petter, accepted the child with an open heart.
Damian frowned, he glanced at Madame Iris and the figure of the boy in the corner of the room. The boy was probably only two years old. The man finally nodded without commenting much, grinning at Madame Iris.
Lynne immediately walked towards her grandfather's study. Damian followed, but he stopped right next to Madame Iris, the man whispered. "Is that your little brother's son w
