#Chapter 372: The King’s Estate

Abby When Karl finishes telling me about the amazing revelations that he had with Reginald—his father, as I’ve now learned—over coffee, I’m too stunned to speak for a long time. “So,” he says, “I think I’m going to go to his estate. And I’d like you to come.” I blink in surprise, swallow, and sit up a little straighter on the couch. “N-Now?” I ask. “You really want me to come? But the restaurant—” “It would only be for a couple of days,” Karl assures me. “Besides, the restaurant will have been up and running again for a while by the time we go, and the others can handle it.” Karl is right; the others can handle the restaurant. They’ve actually been doing swimmingly without me, which is a strange feeling. “Come on, Abby,” Karl says softly. He leans forward and brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes, then cups my cheek in his hand in that way that he knows will always soften me. “Come with me. A little vacation before the baby comes, hmm? I let out a soft chuckle an