Desmond made a one-week stay at the vacation house located at Elian. Sander couldn't hide his excitement as soon as he eyed the mansion.
"Wow! It is big! Bigger than our flat, Mama!" Sander exclaimed, raising both of his hands.
I smiled and nodded. "It is, sweetheart." I heaved out a sigh, feeling nostalgic somehow.
"I am certain you will love it here, son," Desmond said as he got down and helped Sander to get down, too. Sander giggled when his father raised him up before he turned to me to offer his hand. "My marchioness..."
I frowned at that other endearment he came up with from the past. "I do not need your help," I uttered in a harsh whisper, afraid that Sander might hear me.
It was a good thing that he was being entertained by George, the caretaker of Verlice's vacation house. He was already in his mid-50s still having jet black hair and round-shaped eyes.