If this was real, then no matter if it was a boy or a girl, that kid would be the next heir to the Hawk Family.
Just as he finished giving orders, someone knocked at the door.
“Allanson, Mr. Churchill is here.”
“All right.”
Allanson shot a thoughtful look at the paused video before heading to the reception room.
When he walked in, Newell stood up, all polite smiles. “Allanson, it’s been a while.”
He motioned for an assistant to bring over the gift his mother had sent along.
Allanson glanced at the box, then noticed Newell was alone. His brow creased. “Where’s your mother?”
“My mother isn’t feeling well.” Newell kept his tone even and calm. “If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll pass the message on.”
Allanson’s smile faded.
Their families were supposed to be engaged, but Churchill’s side hadn’t made any moves at all.
“Send her my regards.”
“I will.”
Newell nodded, still polite, still smiling.
After a bit of small talk, Newell found an excuse to leave the room.
As soon as he was gone, Marcia leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. Her face was pale. “Grandpa, why didn’t you bring up the engagement?”
The whole point of this meeting with Damaris was to talk about that.
But who would’ve guessed Damaris would send Mr. Churchill instead? Especially when everyone knew he was against the marriage.
“The Churchill Family is waiting to see what happens.” Allanson took a sip of water, his expression dark. “Don’t worry. As soon as the gene mutation research comes through, nothing will get in the way of this engagement.”
“Yes, Grandpa.”
Marcia bit her lip, not daring to say more.
Her grandfather was right. Marrying into the Hawk Family would only bring benefits. Damaris wasn’t about to let that go.
“Bring Asclepius here,” Allanson said quietly.
Before anyone could move, a bodyguard rushed in, face drained of color. “Allanson, Marcia… Asclepius is gone.”


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