Thirteen

Minerva didn't know how to ask her father about this. Where should she start?

Before she could open her mouth, Alvin, who silently left the study room earlier, knocked on the door.

"Your Grace, the Crown Prince asked for an audience."

Minerva widened her eyes in surprise. The Crown Prince was here? Why was he here of all places?

She glanced at her father whose left brow was arched.

"Escort him to the reception room."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Santi stood up with Minerva in his arms. She thought that he'd leave but she didn't know that her father would take her to the reception room.

Logan, who calmly sat inside the reception room, sipped the tea that Alvin brewed. He glanced at the door when he noticed some slight movements. Then, the door was opened and Santi, with his daughter in his arms, went inside.

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