"You must be Little Leslie!"
Duke Charles widened his eyes, staring at Little Leslie, his face filled with affection.
"I am your mother's grandfather!"
Hearing this, Little Leslie tilted her head, looking at Duke Charles with suspicion.
"Are you really my grandfather?"
As she spoke, she suddenly felt a warm and familiar aura emanating from Duke Charles, instinctively making her want to draw closer.
"Grandfather!"
Once her heart confirmed it, Little Leslie immediately rushed toward Duke Charles, stretching out her small arms, signaling for him to hold her.
The moment Duke Charles heard Little Leslie call him grandfather, his eyes turned red with emotion.
He had a granddaughter!
At that moment, Duke Charles' mind went blank, and in his eyes, there was nothing but Little Leslie.
Although he had known that Leslie and Owen had a child, it had always been just news—something he had never personally seen.