Lying in the bedroom, Lucifer had already fallen asleep, his hand still connected to an IV drip.
The doctor and Leo were watching over him when the Duchess and Duke Charles arrived. Leo and the doctor immediately greeted them respectfully, "Your Grace, Madam, good afternoon."
Duke Charles was a very handsome man; middle age had only deepened his distinguished and noble aura.
The Duchess was even more dazzlingly beautiful. Her icy blue eyes seemed to hold a captivating ocean, mesmerizing all who met her gaze.
Her golden hair was elegant and exceptionally charming. Time had been especially kind to her, leaving no trace on her face.
That beautiful face was still radiant and captivating, her skin delicate, smooth, and firm.
She wore an elegant suit. Standing beside Duke Charles, who was in a three-piece suit, they made an enviable, picture-perfect couple.
