Meanwhile, inside one of the booths, the mechanic who was the main reason for today's auction was busy soothing his now ailing father.
"Papa, is everything all right? Do you want a drink? What about a healing pill?" Luca asked worriedly, noticing how his father was paling every time another auction item appeared on the screen.
Duke Leander clutched his son's hand like a man on his deathbed. His lips trembled with the weight of his grief. "No, my boy… I will endure. I must be strong in the face of this disaster. I will be mature enough to understand why it is impossible for me to keep all of your works as keepsakes!"
"..."
He said it so solemnly that even the duchess had to look away before her shoulders betrayed her laughter.
