The old man turned back to the group still standing at the top of the stairs.
His eyes landed on his son. The younger man held his father’s gaze.
They were of similar build and stature, only the younger man, Edward Kramer, had lost some weight of recent.
The old man’s hair was full but completely grey, whereas his son’s was mostly blonde. Grey had set into Edward Kramer’s hair overnight.
His tan skin was darker than his son’s, and his burly build was from decades of mining all over the world, which he no longer did, but the impact still showed even after over twenty years of retirement.
His cold eyes moved to his son’s wife and softened.
Lady Kramer curtsied, her lips pressed tightly.
“My Lady,” Retired Lord Henry Kramer rumbled. Genevieve Kramer burst into tears and ran off to her
