"So do you have any doubt left?" Dion asked Gilbert, his solicitor, as they stood on the other side of the room. Inside, Abi was learning piano. Bashing the keys would have been a more appropriate word.
But he did not care. He was giddy to know what Gilbert thought of him.
"Her face did match the lord," he said dryly. His eyes frowned at the way she pressed keys as if she was taking revenge from them. His old sunken eyes always looked questioning and skeptical of replies and his frowning lips had been covered with aged lines.
"But that alone would not be enough for you to be the duke. You need to work hard on proving it too. Many would not accept her easily. Since a large estate is at the stake." Dion twisted his lips. One of them would be his family too.
They all wanted Abigail dead so that the family of the duke ceased to exist.
