"Good morning, Conrad." Ellie, who had risen early, sat at the dining table.
Conrad brought a few newspapers and placed them beside Ellie Miller's hand, "Madam."
"Hmm."
Ellie Miller picked up the knife and fork, cutting the buttery pancakes on her plate while flipping through the newspapers beside her.
"Huh? Why are there only so few newspapers today?"
Conrad smiled slightly, "Yes, there are fewer today."
The golden, fluffy pancakes were steaming, with butter slowly melting and blending with the sweet honey.
Ellie Miller cut a small piece with the knife and fork and put it in her mouth.
She continued to eat the pancakes while browsing the newspapers, "Tsk, they're all tabloids."
After flipping through two newspapers, Ellie Miller lost interest in reading them.
"No one from the commercial street has come yet?"
Conrad shook his head, "Not yet, madam."
Although Ellie Miller hadn't mentioned reconciling with the Duke, the old butler liked to address her that way.
