… but not every parent deserves a child. 

Although Morgan has put it that way, that wasn't the real reason behind his sudden plan. 

After William left the study, Morgan reached out and opened his desk drawer, retrieving a leather-bound file. Letting his fingers brush over it for a moment, he murmured to himself, "It's time to hand these over to the future mistress of the house." 

His lips curled into a knowing smile before he opened the file and began to skim through its contents —a lifetime of records, decisions, and legacies, all now ready to be passed on. 

"Morwenna, you would have loved to hand these over yourself," he muttered under his breath, the name tasting of fondness and sorrow. "But anyway, it's fine. At least, I am passing them to your favourite girl —one whom you chose for Aiden." 

His eyes softened before he closed the file and slid it back into the drawer, locking it with care.