Elliot Hayworth studied the kind-faced old man with curiosity. Who was this stranger? Shouldn't someone introduce family members properly? And Gordon Hayworth had just stormed off like that? His retreating figure radiated restless energy—what urgent business had brought him rushing to the hospital?
"Hello, I'm Elliot Hayworth," the boy announced with a well-mannered smile, extending his hand. "Son of that prideful young master who just left."
A playful smirk danced on his lips as he offered his greeting. It took Morris, the family butler, several seconds to snap out of his daze.
"A pleasure, young sir," Morris finally managed, his palms growing clammy as he shook the tiny hand. "I'm Morris, the butler who watched that... ahem, headstrong young master grow up."
Never had he encountered
