Chapter 190: Trouble after months

Two months had painted Haverbrocks Manor in hues of domestic bliss. The early morning light found Lucian perched on the rocking chair, a gurgling William nestled comfortably in his arms. Jane, her face flushed from sleep, watched the scene with a soft smile. "He's got your stubborn chin," she observed, her voice barely a whisper. Lucian chuckled, tracing a finger along William's tiny button nose. "And your fierce spirit, I'd wager." William let out a happy gurgle, his chubby hands grasping at the air. Lucian bounced him gently, a sense of contentment washing over him. Life in Haverbrocks had settled into a beautiful rhythm – the cooing of his son, the warmth of Jane by his side, the familiar routine that held so much comfort. But their peaceful morning was shattered by a pounding on the front door. Annoyance flickered across Lucian's face."Who could that be at this hour?" he muttered, carefully placing William in his crib. Jane, concern etching lines on her forehead, followed him