Carl assumed that Mr. Cromwell had come for Benjamin, so he stood up without suspicion.
The elderly man, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, walked in quickly.
His white hair and shoulders were damp with raindrops, and though his noble and dignified aura remained, his expression was filled with deep anticipation.
Carl stepped forward politely, just about to greet him—
But Mr. Cromwell bypassed him entirely.
His urgent yet gentle gaze landed directly on Amelia’s face.
His voice trembled slightly as he spoke:
"Amelia, Grandpa has finally found you."
—Crash!
Carl, who had just been calmly setting the table for the old man, suddenly froze mid-motion.
His hand, reaching out to place a bowl and chopsticks, stiffened in midair.
His usually refined and composed face showed a rare flicker o
