At Lakeside Garden, the morning was unusually peaceful.
Zachary sat at the head of the dining table with a cup of coffee beside him, his attention fixed on the iPad resting in front of him.
As usual, he was reviewing several important reports before starting his day. The document displayed financial updates from one of his companies.
For several minutes, he became completely absorbed in the figures and summaries scrolling across the screen.
The quiet atmosphere around him made it easy to focus.
At least, it lasted for a few minutes.
Soon, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed through the corridor outside the dining room. The footsteps were quick, uneven, and unmistakably familiar.
Before he even looked up, Zachary already knew who it was.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Young Master, don't run or you'll fall—" Arthur's voice came from somewhere in the hallway, sounding both concerned and completely unsurprised at the same time.
The footsteps only became faster.
Then—
