"Master," a knock echoed against the heavy door, followed by the deep, steady voice of the butler, Patrick.
"Enter," Asher commanded.
Patrick stepped into the opulent office with measured strides, every movement steeped in respect. In his gloved hands rested a sealed envelope, its weight seeming heavier than mere paper.
"Master, these reports arrive directly from the household physician," Patrick said, his voice reverent as he placed the envelope upon the polished mahogany desk.
With a swift motion, Asher seized it. His fingers, usually steady and precise, betrayed the slightest tremor as he tore the seal. His eyes scanned the pages with growing intensity until the words carved themselves into his mind like fire.
Seven weeks.
His little puppy was carrying his child.
For a moment, t
