Meanwhile, at Winslow Residence —
Morgan had been resting and reading when a polite knock at the door interrupted him. He raised his eyes through the glass to look and, finding the butler there, smiled.
"Jones, what brings you here at this hour?" As he said that, he closed the book he was reading before setting it aside on the table. "The tea is still there. No refill needed."
Mr. Jones stepped in and inclined his head slightly. "Sir, someone has come to meet you."
"Meet me?" Morgan hadn't been expecting anyone. Not in Cralens, at least. He was here to take a break. But seemed like even after retirement, he wasn't fully allowed of that. "Who is it?" he asked.
Mr. Jones hesitated for a second, but then revealed. "The older son of the Martin family, Caden Martin."
Morgan paused. He didn't ask for any details anymore. He could tell it all on his own.
