After breakfast, Morgan didn't linger in the main house. Instead, he retired to a separate wing of the estate —close enough for convenience, yet private enough to grant him the peace.
The room was quiet, sunlight filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows on the floor. As he rested on the armchair, a soft knock broke the silence, drawing his attention.
Turning his head, he called. "Jones! No need to knock, just come in."
Mr. Jones stepped inside and bowed respectfully. "Old Master," he greeted, before glancing at William, who stood at a nearby shelf. They exchanged a silent nod —one of mutual respect.
Morgan studied Jones's expression and immediately picked up on the worry etched across the butler's face.
"You seem troubled, Jones. What's wrong?"
