Despite that, the Klover family accepted the infant out of respect for Johann who strongly believed the baby was indeed his grandson.
"Watch your mouth, little brat," Johann warned as he looked at Betho with a hateful gaze.
Betho snorted dismissively, "And what are you going to do? You have no way of proving he's your grandson. Do you want us to believe the word of a whore? I bet the rumours floating around recently were also your doing."
Gulp—
The tension in the room intensifies.
The air became thick with animosity. Others who were present sensed the impending fight was about to happen as both sides didn't want to back down.
Demin stepped in, attempting to quell the rising tension. "Alright, both of you calm down. No one is suitable to be the duke aside from my son."
Just as everyone was on the verge of sighing relief, Demin's words acted like oil poured into a blazing fire.
The room was plunged back into stunned silence.
