In the living room, Isaac was playing video games with the old man and two little kids, while Nathan leaned against the wooden sliding door between the living room and the small garden, watching Delphine cook in front of the open kitchen counter.
"Strictly speaking, she's your sister-in-law," Ignatius's deep, indifferent voice sounded. At some point, the man had appeared behind him, his gaze following Nathan's, landing on Delphine.
Nathan shrugged and chuckled, "Since she's the sister-in-law, shouldn't we find some time to make it official? Otherwise, not to mention other aristocratic families, even we ourselves might continue thinking she's just the mistress of our elder brother."
Ignatius's phoenix eyes slightly drooped, the smile at the corner of his lips shallow and distant. His voice was cold as he said, "You should know that being the wife of an aristocratic family comes with pressures and responsibilities. To me, she only needs to be my wife. I'll handle everything else."
