~Allen Family House~
The study was well lit and silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner that kept it comfortably warm and the rustle of paper.
Elder Allen sat behind a large mahogany desk. His face was pale, his eyes ringed with fatigue.Every now and then, he rubbed his temples before focusing back on the papers spread out in front of him.
The door creaked open, and Alfred stepped in quietly, a cup of tea in hand. His face was tight with concern and worry.
"Sir" he said softly, placing the tea on the table. "Wouldn't it be better to rest for a while? Please. This isn't worth your health." he said, his voice laced with concern.
Elder Allen looked up, his tired eyes meeting Alfred's. He gave a small, weary smile but didn't stop reviewing the documents.
"Jessica was very clear, sir," Alfred added, voice strained. "No stress. Eat healthy and take your medication once every two days. That's the only way to recover, she said."
