Perhaps it was because of his elegant and ascetic aura, but whatever Carl wore seemed to suit him perfectly.
Amelia couldn’t help but glance at his wrist twice.
Then, suddenly, she asked,
"What’s the Cromwell family’s attitude toward this Miss Amelia?"
Carl gave a faint smile as he placed a slice of lamb into her bowl.
"Mr. Cromwell has been searching—both openly and secretly—for many years."
Then, he glanced at her curiously.
"Why are you suddenly interested in this?"
Amelia responded absentmindedly,
"Just trying to clarify some doctor-patient relationships. After all, you two are distant relatives."
Carl’s hand, still holding the bamboo chopsticks, paused briefly.
His voice was deep and pleasant.
"Actually, our ancestors knew each other. We’re not distant relatives. Otherwise
