Countess Withe and Dalton were still busy admiring the newborn baby, their murmured observations filling the room.

“They say a newborn’s face changes a lot over time, but you can already see which direction this one’s heading.”

“Right? Sister-in-law, it’s not just me thinking that, is it?”

The two were deep in discussion about the “law of unchanging lineage.”

“Indeed, young master. They always say alpha sons take after their alpha fathers.”

“Now that I think about it, it’s true for everyone I know.”

“Just like how you and I look so much like each other. If Father were still …