At fifty years old, Ryan didn't look his age. He had maintained his physique and still carried the aristocratic air of a man born to privilege.
Harrison ignored his father, his cold gaze fixed on the butler. “Prepare the rooms as I requested. As for the irrelevant people, I don’t want to see them here by this evening.”
“Yes, sir,” the butler replied immediately.
Lennon, who had been silent until now, shot up. “Dad!” he cried out to Ryan.
That was right. Not only had Susan changed her children's surname to Lancaster, but she had also instructed them to call Ryan ‘Dad,’ even though Harrison’s parents were still legally married and she was nothing more than a mistress.
Lennon shot a dark look at Harrison. He had moved into the Lancaster estate two months ago and had celebrated with a lavish party. His new residence had earned him the flattery of countless people who now called him Mr. Lancaster. If he were kicked out now, how could he face anyone? What would they all say behind his back?
Crystal, who had just begun to make inroads into certain social circles using the Lancaster name, clenched her fists in panic. Her eyes welled with tears as she looked pleadingly at Harrison. “I don’t want anything from the Lancaster family. I just wanted a place to belong…”
Her words were so nauseating that Anastasia felt her stomach turn. Before Harrison could respond, she tightened her grip on his arm and spoke first.
“Hubby, didn’t you tell me your mother only had one child? Why is she calling you her brother?”
She feigned confusion. “And you didn’t seem to introduce these three to me earlier. Is there something I’m not supposed to know?”


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