The Duke finally heard his son say something complimentary. His face stayed calm and unreadable, but inside he was over the moon. "This is the most talked‑about, most acclaimed piano virtuoso in Europe this year. If you like her, son, I can invite her to our home to be your music teacher."
"No need." Lin En shook his head, a hint of melancholy in his expression. Ever since he parted with his aunt, he'd been missing his old life. Clearly he was living in the Westminster Family's lavish old castle, yet he wasn't happy at all.
There was no aunt here, no little sister, no big brother. And he couldn't get used to the England accent; the servants all tiptoeing around made him feel even more out of place.
In short, the little guy didn't like his current life.
Seeing his son look like this, the Duke couldn't help rubbing his head, saying gently, "Son, you're the heir of the Westminster Family. All of this is something you have to learn."
