Aiden frowned, his gaze sweeping across the house before settling again on Mr. Jones. "Where is she? Did she return home?"
Mr. Jones's brows remained furrowed as he replied, "She returned early, but she … she didn't look good."
"Didn't look good?" Aiden's frown deepened as he heard him. "Is she unwell? Why didn't you call the doctor?" He didn't wait for the answer. He took the phone out, ready to call Jason.
But before he could press the call, Mr. Jones quickly added, "I asked her about the doctor, but she said she was fine. I don't think it's about her physical health. She seemed … upset about something."
Aiden paused for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen.
Mr. Jones sighed, continuing carefully, "Since she has returned, she has been … quiet. Low. I offered to send a maid to her, but she refused, saying she wanted to be alone. And since then, she hasn't come down. Usually, she would be here, waiting for you before dinner, but today —"
