Ethan sipped his creamy oatmeal, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt and revealing a hint of a blue tattoo on his forearm. The intricate veins patterned across his skin, moving and curving as he ate, adding a touch of mystery and charm. "George, you're here. Got something to say?"

"Yeah, it's about Mrs. Arnold Sr...." George glanced at Madelyn briefly, seeming a bit uncertain about continuing.

Ethan prompted, "It's alright."

George had been pretty busy lately, handling things at the main mansion of the Arnold estate since the head butler there was on sick leave.

"Mrs. Arnold Sr. caught a cold recently and wants to see you, and also... Miss Jent!"

Madelyn focused on her creamy oatmeal, keeping her head down. When she heard those words, her face froze in surprise. She thought to herself, 'Why does Ethan's grandmother want to see me? Is it just because she's sick, or is there something else?'

Ethan tapped his finger on the table, looking thoughtful. Then he turned to her gently, "Wo