"That's good," Lucas Walker gazed deeply at his mother's face, "as long as he treats you well, that's all that matters. I don't mind you two being together."
Having a father or not, he didn't care about that at the moment, but he did wish for his mother to find happiness just like he had.
All these years, it had been so difficult for her alone.
The duchess nodded through her tears.
In the distance, Ivana Bennett stood quietly at the kitchen door, biting into a piece of fruit in her hand and sneaking peeks at the two.
Seeing that the pair had started chatting normally, she then brought over the fruit plate.
"Come... time for some fruit!"
According to the rules of being a lady, biting directly into fruit was definitely an inelegant action.
However, seeing Ivana Bennett munch on the fruit, neither the mother nor the son found anything amiss.
She had never been one to stick to the rules, and they had never expected her to.
