Skylar Morrison boarded a plane with a few men. As soon as it landed, he rushed straight to the villa.
The villa's butler was startled by Skylar Morrison. "Young Mr. Morrison, what brings you here?"
"Are they..."
He trailed off, realizing something wasn't right. If something had truly happened to the master, the butler would have been frantic. But his reaction was surprisingly calm.
"Who? The young master and madam?"
Skylar Morrison nodded. "Where are they?"
"The young master has returned, and the young madam is alone in her room."
Skylar Morrison pressed a hand to his forehead. He'd been reckless. The moment he heard Rosalind might be in trouble, he'd acted without thinking.
"Could you prepare a..."
"What's going on?" Rosalind, dressed in her pajamas, came downstairs. She had heard voices and walked over to see.
"Young Madam, it's the young master of the Morrison family."
The butler said respectfully.
