At Doctor Aaron's home on Browning Road.
"Just as I thought... I knew it..."
Doctor Aaron set down his coffee cup and looked at the striking photograph on the newspaper's front page, unable to help sighing.
"What is it? Is there some big news in the paper?" Mrs. Allen, who was knitting beside him, looked at her husband in puzzlement.
"It's James Scott. He's still alive. I knew someone like him wouldn't die so easily."
Doctor Aaron pointed at Lorne's photograph in the newspaper, a trace of excitement in his voice. "And the king is about to officially grant him a title. He'll be a proper viscount!"
Since he and Scott were something of friends, and had experienced the strange incident involving Will Auceptin together, Doctor Aaron was genuinely quite happy for him.
"Really? That's quite impressive... oh..."
Mrs. Allen followed her husband's finger and glanced at the news. Just as she was about to add a few words of admiration, her brow suddenly furrowed, and she instinctively reached out to touch her slightly swollen belly.
Just a moment ago, she had felt the baby in her belly stir somewhat restlessly.
"Oh, right." Doctor Aaron looked at his wife's belly, his gaze turning very gentle. "Do you remember? At a banquet before, Mr. Scott half-jokingly said he wanted to be the baby's godfather."
"If he hasn't changed his mind, our baby will have a viscount for a godfather from the moment he's born."
Hearing this, Mrs. Allen smiled gently without answering.
Of course she could tell her husband was only joking. After all, James Scott's circumstances were entirely different now. How could a viscount with real power, about to enter the Kingdom's highest circles of authority, casually take a commoner surgeon's child as his godson? It had merely been a