The lunch with fine dishes and great taste had finished, and the collection of more than twenty years old good wine also had all been drunk up. Daemon and Edward had eaten and drunk to their heart’s contents, but for the couple Harry and Victoria, even after the lunch had ended, they were somewhat still in a daze and weren’t yet able to fully recover from their shock.
"Uncle Harry, do you have a moment for us to talk?"
Daemon looked at Harry and said.
Harry was silent for a moment. Then, he nodded and said, “Come to my study room! Victoria honey, please make a pot of tea for us and send it to my study room!”
With an astonished expression, Edward asked, “Eh? You got something to talk with my Dad, Brother? So confidential and mysterious that even I can’t listen?”
Daemon didn’t answer.
