Sophie Keaton coughed awkwardly.
"Henry Sterling is the one who insists I call him that."
"Oh?" Evelyn Grant's smile grew even brighter. "It wasn't long ago you were calling him 'Brother Henry,' and now you're using his full name."
"..." Sophie Keaton gave her a bashful shove. "Stop teasing me!"
Seeing this, Evelyn Grant chuckled and crouched down, picking up a toy to play with Rick.
He was the family's little darling, thoroughly spoiled. No matter where he went, someone always brought along his favorite toys—fluffy little dolls that would squeak when bitten. The little dog loved them.
Around his neck was a collar Evelyn Grant had bought for him a while ago.
Rick was a young master. Henry Sterling had taken him on a private jet to see the ocean and the grasslands, to go skiing, and to see sprawling mountain ranges.
He was a well-traveled young master.
