"Take a team to E Country yourself," Grandpa Luther said, his gaze distant as his eyes narrowed slightly.
His voice was measured, yet carried an undeniable authority.
"Make the Luther Family's stance clear."
Sinclair paused, his tone noticeably softening.
"As for Camilla, whatever decision she makes, don't pressure her."
The E Country royal family had few heirs.
If Camilla chose to stay with her relatives in the royal court—or even ascend to the throne—it was entirely possible.
No matter what, she would always remain the madam of the Luther Family, his grandson's wife.
If push came to shove, they could always have that brat Sinclair marry into her family instead.
But then there was the matter of the child.
At the thought of the baby in Camilla's womb, Grandpa Luther's deep-set eyes darkened, a shadow flickering in their depths.
Grandpa still wanted to fight for it.
After all, he was getting old.
Grandpa might not live to see a second child's birth.
