''Y-Young master, his grace is tired now.'' Olivia quickly said when she noticed the pause on the duke's movement. She sensed he was not in a good mood, so it wasn't the best time for her to push the young master to the duke.
''No, I don't want to go.'' Damian shook his head fiercely and avoided Olivia's stretched out hand. He took quick steps closer to his father, who stood with his back facing him.
''Father, everyone says that I am a fake young master. Is it true? Is Damien my brother? Is Damien the real young master? What of mother, father?'' Damian asked the questions that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.
Ever since he woke up that day, everything changed, and Damian could not accept that. Even if his aunt olivia had been consoling him that his father was too busy with work and still loved him, Damian was not a fool. He was very sensitive to people's stares.
The servants' whispers were also not helping him to cope with the change.
