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Lancaster Ancestral Mansion.

After a quiet dinner, Alexander's father invited him to the balcony for tea.

"It's been a while since you've slept here," Rock commented, gazing out at the garden he had meticulously maintained—a garden that once belonged to Alexander's late mother, Alexa.

"You forced me to leave," Alexander shrugged.

"This brat! When did I ever tell you to move out?" Rock snorted, his mouth twitching in irritation.

"Well, you kept bugging me with those blind dates. I had no choice but to stay away from you, Dad. So in a way, you're the reason I ran away from home," Alexander replied, his face stoic.

Alexander turned to look his father in the eye and directly asked, "Have you talked to William? Is he involved in my marriage?"