The next morning, Valcourt Mansion, Neil Valcourt's study.
Knock! Knock!
"Come in." Neil said, sitting behind his study table on a throne-like chair.
The door opened, revealing a beautiful woman who had just turned twenty-seven a few months back.
She was Iris Valcourt, Neil's eldest daughter and Lucian's wife.
"Why have you called for me, Father?" Iris asked respectfully, standing not too far from Neil's study table.
Neil eyed her with a deep gaze, lingering for a few moments before he spoke: "Are you aware of your husband's whereabouts?"
As soon as she heard his question, her brows furrowed, an expression of disgust evident on her countenance.
She snorted: "I have not accepted him as my husband. Please don't address him as such, Father. I only married him because you asked me to. I don't acknowledge him as my husband yet."
Neil sighed: "It has already been a month since your marriage with Lucian. You should at least know his whereabouts."
