When the butler found Annabelle Linton, she was at home watching TV.
'The Young Madam is truly something else,' the butler thought. 'Always so composed, she puts you at ease with a single glance.'
The butler explained Leona Grant's condition to Annabelle Linton, embellishing the story with plenty of exaggeration, of course.
After listening, Annabelle Linton simply nodded. "Understood. I'll go get changed. Just a moment."
Watching the Young Madam's cool and decisive manner, the butler suddenly felt a pang of disdain for the Young Master.
'The Young Madam is so much more mature than you are,' he thought.
When Annabelle Linton arrived at the villa, everyone looked at her as if she were their savior.
She reached the room and gently opened the door. Leona Grant was already asleep.
His hair was a mess, a far cry from his usual elegant and distinguished demeanor.
His condition seemed rather serious. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his brows were knitted in a pained frown.
