Aveline's smile froze.

Lucas said, "Grandma, you don't even care about me. Once there's a great-grandchild, you'll like me even less. Maybe it's better if we don't have one.": owner of this content.

"Stop that nonsense! Are you jealous of your own child? What kind of father are you? A great-grandchild is a must, and I want to play with my great-grandchild!" Barbara waved her hand dismissively, clearly not interested in what Lucas had to say.

Lucas could only smile wryly.

Aveline said, "Grandma, the weather is nice today. How about we take a stroll in the garden?"

"Yes, yes! I love walking with you," Barbara agreed eagerly.

Aveline began to push the wheelchair out of the villa.

Lucas didn't follow them. Instead, he went upstairs and entered the study.

Yvonne happened to come out and, upon seeing him, smiled. "Lucas, you're back. Your father was just talking about you. Go on in."

"Okay," Lucas responded coolly.

Inside the study, the atmosphere was heavy.

Frederick sat in a leather chair, wearing glasses and reading some documents.

"Dad, you wanted to see me?" Lucas asked as he w

walked in.

Frederick handed him a document. "Take a look at this."

Lucas took the paper, glanced at it, and his brows immediately furrowed. "Leo wrote this?"

It was written by Leo Tudor, Frederick's second son, who had supposedly died in a kidnapping years ago.

Lucas' expression remained unreadable as he placed the document back on the desk. "Dad, what do you mean by this?"

Frederick removed his glasses and said, "This was a line from a letter that was sent to me. Lucas, there is a chance your brother might still be alive."

Lucas responded, "But I saw him die in front of me. I wouldn't mistake that. Maybe someone is imitating his handwriting. Dad, don't be deceived."

Frederick rubbed his temples. "But you were young then. Are you sure you remember it clearly?"

Lucas' eyes darkened, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Frederick said, "Look into it, Lucas. If there's even a chance your brother is alive, we need to know. It would be the best news if he is."

Lucas lowered his gaze, focusing once more on the document.

It was a photocopy, containing only a few words that didn't form a complete sentence. It would be easy to forge something like this. Yet, Frederick believed Leo was still alive. For Frederick, as long as Leo lived, the Tudor family didn't necessarily

need Lucas.

Frederick walked around the desk, glanced at Lucas, and said, "You're not as capable as Leo. If we find him, we'll bring him back. It would be better for him to manage the DK Group." With that, he left the study.

"Hah!" Lucas let out a mocking laugh, a sneer appearing on his face. His eyes darkened further, and the cold aura around him intensified.

In the garden, Aveline had woven a flower crown and placed it on Barbara's head.

Barbara was overjoyed, but she moved carefully, afraid the crown might fall off.

Aveline couldn't help but laugh. "Grandma, if you like it, you can take it off and play with it. If it breaks, I'll make you another one."

Barbara shook her head. "No, no, I can't let it break. This is a gift from you, and I will always treasure it!"

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