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In the car

Duke Holden leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to meditate. The car continued to drive. After about an hour or so, it finally arrived at the castle where Duke Holden lived.

Holden got out of the car and was about to walk inside.

Suddenly he remembered something and turned around to ask Lust behind him.

"Where's my painting?"

Duke Holden's words made Laust stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and hurriedly took out the painting in the jade box from the car and handed it to Duke Holden, and explained: "Here it is, Your Majesty the Duke, this is You asked me to keep it close to your heart when you entered the palace."

"Well... you did a good job. You have been tired recently. Go back and have a good rest." Taking the jade box from Lust's hand, Duke Holden nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to Lust Caesars. Wait for someone to go back and rest.

"Thank you, Duke, for your concern." Laust bowed gratefully to Holden and then withdrew.

After Laust, Caesars and others left, Holden opened the jade box in which the paintings were stored. He looked at the scrolls in the box and observed them carefully. After a while, he covered the jade box again. The box then walked towards the hall of the Duke's Palace.

At this time in the hall, Curtis happened to be sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

As Duke Holden appeared, he put down the newspaper in his hand and focused on him.

"Hey, it seems that you are still safe and sound, father."

Seeing Duke Holden appear in the hall, Curtis shouted, but he still sat on the sofa without getting up, and just looked directly at Duke Holden with his deep eyes.

"Curtis, is this how your mother Belina taught you?" Holden's face instantly darkened when he saw his son's disrespectful attitude.

"I've always been like this, doesn't my father know very well?"

Hearing Duke Holden's reproachful tone, Curtis's lips curved into a smile, and his tone also seemed a little sarcastic, even a little cynical.

Hearing Curtis's words in this tone, Duke Holden's face turned even darker. He didn't expect that his son would dare to treat him like this.

Seeing his appearance, Holden couldn't help but laugh angrily, snorted and said, "It seems I shouldn't have listened to your mother and taken you back from your grandpa."

"Father is right." After hearing Duke Holden's words, Curtis' expression did not change. He just answered calmly, and then added: "But Father, what do you want now?" How to deal with me? After all, I am no longer the child I used to be."

"Hmph! Do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?"

Hearing Curtis's tone of voice that showed no fear of him, Holden felt very angry. He stared at his son with a cold light in his eyes and said, "If it weren't for the fact that you are my biological son, Come on, you think you can still talk to me like this!"

"Haha... Father, have you forgotten something?" Upon hearing Duke Holden's words, Curtis's lips showed a sneer.

There was a hint of sarcasm on his face, and then he said casually: "You may have forgotten a very serious thing! That is, I have never thought about respecting you as a father. As for verbal I call you father just because you feel pity for me, otherwise when you get old you will be alone and have no one to call you."

Hearing his son's words that were not afraid of him, Holden's face became more and more gloomy. He was choked by these words and said nothing more, thinking that after all, he was his only biological flesh and blood. In fact, he also knew that at this moment, he All these things I say are just to annoy myself.

But the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Looking at Curtis's appearance, and thinking about what he just said, Holden's anger suddenly surged into his heart. He was really angry, and he raised his hand to cover it. I only felt a dull pain in my injured chest.

Holden's performance was noticed by Curtis, but he still maintained his original expression without any movement, just watching Holden's appearance quietly.

"Ahem..."

After a while, Holden coughed violently. He clutched his chest, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be about to cry.

At this time, questions from the maids came from behind Holden.

"Your Majesty, are you okay? Do you need me to call the family doctor?"

When the maid asked, Holden waved his hand and said, "I'm fine."

"Your Excellency, let me help you go back to your room and take a rest."

Holden nodded and agreed to the maid's suggestion.

"it is good."

After hearing what Holden said, the two maids standing behind him came forward. One was helping him go up the stairs, and the other was about to take away the jade box he was holding. Hall Dun looked at her with gloomy eyebrows but a somewhat pale face and angrily said, "Let go! I didn't let you touch this!" The maid was startled when she heard Duke Holden's tone and quickly retracted her hand, her face There was a timid look on his face.

After he had just taken a breath, his face seemed to have regained a little color, but he ignored the expression of the maid next to him and went straight up the stairs, and the maid who was supporting him also followed him to the room. Go and see Duke Holden walking away, the maid who was scolded was relieved.

Behind her, the sneer on Curtis' face became even stronger. Looking at his back being supported by the maid, his eyebrows raised, and then he saw the box held in Holden's hand. After a flash of surprise in his blue eyes, there was a flash of understanding.

"Master Curtis, the Duke's temper is not very good right now. You'd better not make him angry again."

"Are you reminding me of something?"

Hearing the young maid's words, the curve of Curtis's mouth became wider, but his tone was very cold, like the ice in winter.

"It's me who talks too much. I won't dare to do it next time, Master Curtis!"

Hearing what Curtis said, the maid was startled and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at his fearful look.

Seeing the frightened look on the maid's face, Curtis had a sneer on his lips, turned around and walked towards the study without saying anything.

In the room

Duke Holden sat on a chair nearby. He closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair. His barely handsome face showed fatigue and a sense of haggard. He is now about 40 years old, although Well maintained but unable to withstand the erosion of time.

If you look closely, you can see a lot of wrinkles on his forehead, a pair of deep-set eyes, and the wrinkles on his face because he hasn't had a good rest recently. His current appearance is different from the one when he just came back. There is a huge gap. It can be said that he was so angry that he aged several years in an instant. His whole person looked senile, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, interrupting his meditation.