[BENNET MANSION]
Charles dragged himself inside the home, slumping onto the living room couch in exasperation. He had been driving around all day, seeing almost everything — more shenanigans from everyone than he could handle in a day — except for the person he was looking for.
"Master." Butler Jen, who had seen Charles coming earlier, approached with a tray of tea. He carefully placed it down before straightening his back, his eyes on Charles. "You seem exhausted. Are you alright, Sir?"
Charles exasperatedly glanced up at Butler Jen and shrugged. "That… I don't think I'll be alright for long."
"Did you have a fight with Sir Haines?"
"A fight?" Charles almost laughed. "How I wish it was just the usual."
But deep down, he knew it wasn't like that.
This issue was something bigger. Charles just didn't know how big, but he knew it would be bigger than he could ever embrace.