After breakfast, Morgan didn’t linger in the main house. Instead, he retired to a separate wing of the estate —close enough for convenience, yet private enough to grant him the peace.
The room was quiet, sunlight filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows on the floor. As he rested on the armchair, a soft knock broke the silence, drawing his attention.
Turning his head, he called. "Jones! No need to knock, just come in."
Mr. Jones stepped inside and bowed respectfully. "Old Master," he greeted, before glancing at William, who stood at a nearby shelf. They exchanged a silent nod —one of mutual respect.
Morgan studied Jones’s expression and immediately picked up on the worry etched across the butler’s face.
"You seem troubled, Jones. What’s wrong?"
The old butler hesitated for only a second before speaking, "Sir, I am concerned about Ms. Martin’s stay. Her presence here is clearly for an evil intention. She is here to create a wedge between the young couple. If she stays any longer, she might succeed in sowing seeds of doubt and misunderstanding between them. She had already started it and —"
Morgan’s eyes narrowed slightly. "She has already started it?"
Mr. Jones gave a firm nod. "Yes. She is trying to pass herself off as the girl the young master once loved. And with the young lady’s memories gone ... it could create misunderstandings."
Morgan remained calm. "It won’t." As if he had his reasons to believe in that.
Mr. Jones, for a moment, didn’t understand. And out of genuine worry, he asked, "But sir, we can’t be certain on that. What if she really succeeds? Although the young master has loved the lady for all his life, their relationship is still new. It hasn’t even been that long since they married. If the lady starts believing Ms. Martin’s words, even slightly, it could crack."
The butler’s worry wasn’t without reason. It was true. Relationships built on fragile beginnings could easily be shaken —and with someone playing mind games, the risk felt more real.
But Morgan didn’t look worried at all. He only shook his head. "You are not wrong, Jones ... but you are not entirely right either."
Mr. Jones’s brows furrowed in confusion. "Did I misunderstand something, sir?"
"You didn’t," Morgan replied, his voice thoughtful. "You judged the events correctly —Selene is trying to cause trouble. But what you failed to notice is how Arwen is responding to it."
The butler tilted his head slightly.
"Arwen isn’t unaware of Selene’s tactics," Morgan explained. "She is watching it all —carefully. She is giving Selene enough rope to hang herself. She is allowing her to try, to play her games ... but not because she is weak. But because she is confident."
Mr. Jones didn’t look surprised; rather, he thought back every time he saw Arwen and Selene facing each her. Arwen’s words had made him think, but he wasn’t able to understand them before. But now, it made sense.
Even when Selene had played her cards well, Arwen hadn’t reacted with jealousy or shown any hint of insecurity. She had remained calm, even amused, at times.
"So, does that mean she hasn’t believed her at all?"
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