“My Lord, if I may have a moment?” Vincent stated to his grandfather, while his eyes remained fixed on his father, whose gaze remained on the eldest Kramer.
“Speak,” Retired Lord Kramer replied evenly, still facing his son.
“My Lord, since you are returned, we should host a dinner for you, yes?” Vincent remarked smoothly, as if there were no tension in the room.
Both men turned to him. Vincent smiled stiffly.
“After what just happened, you want to host another public event?” Henry Kramer replied steadily.
“It need not be public, Grandfather,” Vincent replied patiently, his smile still tight. He had never had much of a relationship with the eldest Kramer, as the man had retired when Vincent was still a babe and never came back to Ashrone, until yesterday afternoon.
He had visited his
