Axl's P.O.V
It's the butler who cleared his throat. Turning to him, I found that vaguely uncomfortable look back on his expression and it filled me with apprehension. Does it have to do with my ill Nana? I've always called her Nana since I was a baby and even when I was told Nana was a more suitable nickname for grandmothers, I couldn't stop.
Elliot's presence soon filled the spot next to me and he murmured, “Jon, take Axl to go see Nana in the south wing.”
“Yes, Lord Elliot.” The butler bowed and I turned to my brother with an arched brow.
“Lord?” I asked.
He shrugged, his eyes already distracted. “Someone made it to Viscount a few years ago.”
“Oh my God!” I gasped in joy but then the pleasant surprise bled out of me as I suddenly had a thought. “What about father? What does he thin
