Butler Jones stood humbly within the bedroom.
"Miss Thompson?"
Anne emerged from the bathroom upon hearing the man's voice.
"Ah, I thought you'd be awake by now. The master just left a while ago."
"He left?" Anne asked, confusion on her face.
"You see, master hasn't been feeling too well for some time, so he won't be able to join you for a while."
Hearing that, Anne was stunned.
"He's sick?" she asked, unable to associate that tall man who had a fiercely powerful build with any signs of illness.
The butler nodded solemnly.
"Oh." Anne's gaze lowered sympathetically. "Is he... getting better?" she asked with a hint of genuine concern in her tone.
Butler Jones saw it in her eyes and smiled softly.
"He is, Miss Thompson, there is no need to worry for him."
Butler Jones inwardly said some prayers for himself on behalf of the blatant lie he'd just told.
His master, and falling sick? Nearly impossible!
