The next day…
Primo was having breakfast near the garden, with Betty and Nolan standing beside his table. He stared at his untouched plate before lifting his gaze toward the wing where Ashley's room was.
From what he heard, his father had shut off their floor so no one could enter.
Bitterness flickered across his face as he clenched his hands on his lap.
Did he hurt her again? the little boy wondered, the thought only making him angrier.
Betty and Nolan exchanged glances before turning their attention back to the young master.
"He looks upset," Betty murmured softly, just enough for Nolan to hear. "I wonder what's going on in his head?"
Nolan let out a shallow breath and stepped closer to the table.
"Young Master, is there something you need?" he asked patiently. "Or did you not like your breakfast?"
Primo snapped his head toward them, making both Betty and Nolan flinch slightly. His expression was grim, clearly displeased.
