Chapter 332

Sylvester had always harbored a lingering desire to uncover the truth behind Ambrose's death.

However, his efforts had waned amidst his busy life over time. Meeting Frederick had rekindled that hope.

Ambrose's bloodline lived on, and Sylvester was determined to protect and avenge him.

Sylvester added, "By the way, your father-in-law has already spoken with your fiancee. You'll be moving in with her today. Make the most of this opportunity; it would be ideal if you could produce a healthy son. That might just be enough to sway your grandfather into welcoming you back into the family fold."

Frederick felt a wave of frustration wash over him. He had no desire to have a child with a woman he barely knew, nor did he yearn to rejoin any family.

He muttered a half-hearted, "Sure, sure."

Glancing at Anya, who was glaring at him with clenched fists, Frederick swallowed nervously. He had clearly touched a nerve.

Would she tear him to shreds when they returned? But for the sake of his fath