Alaric Faulkner’s gaze fell on the pile of docunts next to his hand.
These were the traces Elijah Hayes had investigated about Eleanor Sterling’s years abroad.
Ever since George Sterling sent her overseas, every person she interacted with was tracked down, yet the person she ntioned seed not to exist at all.
Alaric Faulkner almost began to doubt the existence of that person.
No, there must be such a person.
From Estelle Sterling’s behavior and Eleanor Sterling’s words, it was clear Eleanor wasn’t lying.
That person was so mysterious that not a single trace could be found, making Alaric feel the opponent was even stronger.
Alaric’s eyes gradually grew darker, a fierce shadow playing in their depths.
At that mont, Old Master Faulkner knocked and entered.
Alaric returned to his senses, his expression back to normal, "Grandfather, is there sothing you need?"
Old Master Faulkner was still thinking about what Mada Faulkner had said to him last night. He didn’t dare argue with her, so he decided to address it with Alaric.
"I’ll ask you, what’s the situation with the Sterling sisters?"
Alaric replied calmly, "You want to know about Eleanor Sterling? Yes, I like her."
He directly skipped over Faye Sterling, as if she was not even within his consideration.
Old Master Faulkner sternly asked, "Faye Sterling gave you a son, Little Yi. Don’t you intend to take responsibility for him?"
"And what kind of responsibility should I take, Grandfather? Marry Faye Sterling? If she hadn’t drugged back then, Little Yi wouldn’t have happened."
Old Master Faulkner fell silent; he had no favor for a woman who would use unscrupulous ans to climb the social ladder.
He was just probing Alaric’s thoughts now.
Since he had no intention of marrying Faye Sterling, the only option left was Eleanor Sterling.
But allowing a woman of scandalous reputation, carrying a child with an unknown father, into the family, he truly disliked the idea.
Though he could be amiable towards Estelle Sterling, it didn’t an he would let Alaric marry Eleanor Sterling.
Old Master Faulkner’s tone was solemn, "I’ve seen photos of that woman, she’s quite pretty.
But in Aethelgard, there are many heiresses who are even prettier; you could choose one with a clean family background."
Alaric’s expression remained cool, his eyelids didn’t even flutter, "The won you choose, not one can make Little Yi show a pleasant face, but she can make him call her Mommy."
Old Master Faulkner was fuming; was Alaric suggesting he had poor judgnt?
Was that woman really so remarkable?
Little Yi hardly paid attention to Faye anymore, yet he’s willing to call her Mommy?
No way, in the future, with Alaric taking over the Faulkner Family, his woman can’t be one of scandalous reputation from a small town!
"I don’t care what you think, but that woman is absolutely not suitable, you must choose one from Aethelgard’s high society heiresses!"
Alaric’s deanor turned icy, "So you want to walk in my father’s footsteps?"
After a pause, his voice deepened further, "Or do you hope I abandon everything, leaving behind the Faulkner identity?"
Alaric knew exactly what Old Master Faulkner was thinking, and knew how to provoke him most effectively.
"You..." Old Master Faulkner was left speechless.
Mada Faulkner, aware that Old Master Faulkner was speaking to Alaric, now heard their argunt and quickly entered the room.
"Stop quarreling!"
Old Master Faulkner gave a muffled snort, still angry.
Mada Faulkner said, "Why don’t you wait until I’ve t Eleanor Sterling to decide? Maybe she isn’t as bad as you think!"
Mada Faulkner, after hearing so much from Estelle Sterling and seeing her clever and adorable nature, was filled with anticipation for Eleanor Sterling.
"Hmph."
Old Master Faulkner coldly snorted and rose to leave.
"Alaric, if you truly like her, I’ll help you." Mada Faulkner winked.
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