Chapter 71

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George is fourteen years old, and Shelton got out of prison yesterday. He was now twenty-three years old, and still mad as hell at George. However, he went home to see his father first. He found his father in the reading room. He was sitting by the fire, and enjoying a glass of Brandy, as he read a book.

"Hello father, did you miss me." he asked, angrily.

"Ah Shelton, I see prison did nothing to soften your temperament." said his father, staring up at Shelton, and greeting him as if he just returned from summer camp.

"That's funny, father. You know damn well there is no "getting soft" in prison."

"Well, you've paid your debt to society. Now come, it's high time you took your place in the family business. Tomorrow, you will be introduced to the board of directors, and then your education will continue." said Sir Henson, standing up and placing a hand on his son's shoulder.

"I've already gotten my education father." said Shelton, as he picked up one of the couch pillows, and smothered his father to death with it.

Shelton put his father in his armchair. He refilled his glass of brandy, took a swig, and placed the half empty glass by his father's hand. He then started to smoke a cigar, and placed it in his father's lap.

"You know father, it's dangerous to fall asleep while smoking."

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Integra's second son was born during the worst blizzard that the island of England had ever seen. He was named Arthur Wingates Abraham Hellsing. And true to the weather he was born in, Arthur was a cold child with serious eyes. But the horrible weather didn't stop the society ladies from invading Integra's house for a good old fashioned baby shower. True to history, Jon and little Jon played elsewhere while Integra, Seras, and George hosted the baby shower.

So now Integra suffered through entertaining her thirty-some unwanted guests; as they played games, ate cake, drank tea, and opened presents. George patiently served them; and every once in a while, smiled in sympathy at Integra's unhappiness.

"Oh Integra, look these clothes are just too cute."

Integra raised an eyebrow, as she looked upon a little sailor suit. "Jon is Army, not Navy. Why would I dress Arthur in that?"

"Because it's so cute." she cooed, as she showed it to Arthur. "You like it don't you, little one."

Baby Arthur just raised his eyebrows in curiousness and wiggled in his crib.

"See he likes it."

"Wait till his sense of taste has grown in." smirked Integra.

"Isn't Arthur your third child?" asked Lady Gertrude, as she sipped her tea.

"Third child?" questioned the other ladies.

"Yes, wasn't the first one named George or something male like that? Honestly, couldn't you have given her a girl's name?"

"Oh, yes. My first." smiled Integra, with a knowing smile.

George said nothing. She just chuckled under breath and cleaned up the wrapping paper from the open presents.

"Yes, Integra where is George. My son talks about her all the time. And yet I still haven't met this amazing girl." said Lady Cooper.

"You've been seeing her all afternoon. She's standing right over there." All the ladies looked left and looked at George. "Say hello, George." requested Integra, as she straighten out little Arthur's blanket.

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