The Burg Eltz Lord still lived in the old mansion, though he occupied a smaller, separate building. Between his residence and Daniel and Tiffany's home lay a man-made lake, serene in the morning light.
That early morning, the Lord was taking a leisurely stroll along the lakeside when he spotted Morrison approaching with Tiffany.
Though advanced in age and nearly semi-retired, the Lord was still kept informed of all matters concerning the Burg Eltz family. Daniel had dutifully reported every detail, including the news that Lilian and Morrison had reconciled.
As they drew closer, the Lord's sharp voice cut through the morning calm.
"You brat! Come over here!"
Wooden raised an eyebrow.
"He said that?"
Without a second thought, Morrison immediately "betrayed" Daniel.
"Yeah. Otherwise, I'd probably be planning the wedding by now."
There was no other choice—Morrison was eager to get married, but Daniel kept holding him back. Only the Lord could put pressure on Daniel.
