Ethan stared at George intensely, urging the old man to reveal everything. However, age never disappoints. George knew the boundaries he wanted to convey.
"It's not fair for me to be the only one telling the story," George said again, dodging Ethan's question. His voice was sharp and piercing. His eyes bore into Ethan, examining the young man's every reaction, making Ethan's bitter smile creep onto his young, handsome face.
"Let me ask you," George continued, his tone tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Honestly, are you truly a nobleman?"
Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief, and his hands quivered with unease. He found it difficult to maintain composure under George's penetrating gaze. "I am Baron Stevenson's adopted son," Ethan confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
