Chapter 39

A deathly hush fell about the room as the tenants exchanged bewildered glances. Fortunately one of the men were quick to make a tactful response, sparing the others the awkwardness of being trapped in such an emotionally charged situation.

"It seems that His Grace has some urgent matter to talk to you, My Lord. I think we shall leave now. You can call us later anytime at your convenience."

The tenants lowered their gaze as they silently walked past him out of the room. The last man was thoughtful enough to close the door in his wake. Once they were alone in the room, Lord Carlton looked dagger at him,

"For Christsakes! It pains me enough to see you reduced to a senseless halfwit. Now have you lost your sense of courtesy too?"

Ignoring the severe reprimand, Ashton crossed over to Lord Carlton's desk and reached inside his coat. He pulled out the portrait and the diary and threw the stuffs right in front of the man's face.

"Can you explain to me what's the meaning of this?"