At Winslow Residence — William’s frown didn’t ease. And when Morgan saw him like that, he couldn’t help but ask, "What is it, William? You have been frowning like that since last evening." "Sir, I don’t mean to offend you, but ..." "But what?" Mogan asked again, closing the book he was reading and setting it aside on the table. "There is something, sir, that I am failing to understand." Even though he felt a little hesitant, he said it the right way. Morgan looked at him as if contemplating and nodding, he said, "Ask it then. Who has stopped you?" William thought for a moment and then slowly asked, "Sir, when young Sir married his wife, you said you had seen it coming. You even looked happy when Jones called you and gave you the news. But are you really happy?" "Why do you ask that?" Morgan arched his brows in amusement. However, William’s expression remained serious. He simply replied, presenting his reason for doubt, "Something so audacious happened last evening. Yet you didn’t even take a single action against the young girl of the Martin family. Your such lack of concern only made it look like you were partially supporting her audacity. As though you were in favor of her actions." "Do you think my favor or disfavor would change anything?" Morgan let out a soft chuckle. "Do you not know how that brat is?"? William’s furrow only deepened. Morgan studied him for a moment before shaking his head lightly. "Everyone views matters through different lenses. To some, something looks positive, while others perceive the very same thing with pessimism." "I mean," Morgan explained evenly. "I was never in support of Selene. Last night, when I refrained from taking action against her, it wasn’t because I condoned her behaviour. Rather, it was because I wanted to see what Arwen had in her plans. I didn’t want to intervene." "But, sir," William frowned, "the young lady left without a word. And she hadn’t returned the whole night. I fear she might have misunderstood —" Before he could finish, a knock at the door interrupted him. Turning, they saw Mr. Jones standing in the doorway. "Old Master," Mr. Jones greeted respectfully as he stepped inside. Morgan merely glanced at him and asked, "Has Selene been kicked out?" Both Mr. Jones and William were taken aback. They exchanged a gaze before Mr. Jones turned and nodded to the old man. "Yes, Old Master. The young madam returned ... and she personally dealt with Ms. Martin. This time, she offered no kindness. Instead, she exposed every lie and every scheme. She showed her no mercy." Morgan’s lips tugged up in a known smile. He didn’t say anything; instead, he turned to look at William as if that alone explained all that he was saying earlier. "You understood it now?" he asked. And William ... even though he didn’t quite understand why Morgan was so confident about it, couldn’t help but nod. "Arwen is no simple. You will know more about her in future." As he said that, she sounded more like a proud grandfather. Meanwhile, at the same time, back in the main wing — Arwen sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when she realized something and turned her head to look in the direction of the bathroom. The door was still shut, and the sound of the water running was still the same. Her brows furrowed, and her eyes drifted to look at the clock on the wall. "It’s been an hour already. What exactly is he doing inside," she muttered under her breath as she kept her phone aside and stood up to walk to the bathroom door. "Husband!" She called, slowly knocking at the door. "Are you fine?" she asked, her brows knitting slightly. There was no immediate response. But just when she would have thought something was wrong, she heard his voice from inside. "I am fine. I will be out in some time." "Are you sure?" she asked, a little unconvinced. However, Aiden hummed and spoke again in his hoarse voice. "Yes. I will be out in some time." "Fine, take your time," she said and then turned to walk back. However, even after the next fifteen minutes, Aiden still didn’t step out. The sound of water running still came the same, as if he had deliberately kept the tap open. Her frown deepened, and she couldn’t help but stand up to walk back to the bathroom. "Aiden," she called out, "you have been inside for far too long. Will you tell me what’s taking you so long? You never take so long to freshen up." "I ..." He started, but then paused to clear his throat. "I am fine, Moon." His voice sounded more rougher than before. And that alone made Arwen’s brows tug in a frown. "You definitely don’t sound fine, Aiden. Tell me, now, or I will come inside myself to check." No response came, and Arwen’s frown only deepened. "Aiden!" she called again. "Tell me, what’s wrong. Or I will come inside." "Fine," Arwen said with a tone of finality. "If you are not telling me, I am coming inside." And with that, she didn’t wait to hear him explain; rather, her hand already pressed against the door, sliding it open. She stepped inside, only to find the bathtub as she had left it, prepared for him. He hadn’t yet stepped into it to wash up. But then, if he hasn’t, then what was he been doing all the while? The rightful source is novel⚑fire.net Her eyes drifted to look at the other side, finding him standing with his back pressed against the basin counter. Her brows furrowed when she caught how red his face and lips looked as if he was being tortured there. She stepped closer, taking a step at a time, her gaze noting every little thing that he was trying to hide. "What were you doing?" she asked, stopping right in front of him. Her hands already reaching up to touch his face and her fingers moving to trace against his lips. "Why are you looking ?"