"Father, the wind has picked up outside."
"Put this cloak on."
A gentle and tranquil voice resonated in the study.
Marquis Henry Lancaster turned around, took the cloak, and draped it over his shoulders, fastening the clasps in the front and back.
The velveteen cloak was exquisitely crafted and fit perfectly.
Evidently, it was a tailored, high-quality cloak.
"Penny, why have you come?"
"Didn't you go out to the flower house?"
The Marquis of Lancaster smiled warmly, reaching out to tweak the visitor's nose.
"Mother and I just returned from the flower house."
"The white-streaked roses have been blooming one after another these days."
"They're just right for decorating the banquet!"
The visitor was Penny Lancaster, Henry Lancaster's youngest daughter.
It's no exaggeration to call her his darling.
At least Penny's two sisters never received much affection from Marquis Henry.
