The Butler had employees prepare lunch downstairs.

Auntie phoned her twice, but she was hungry.

Wills Waltson, who was also seated in the courtyard with a forlorn expression, was noticed by the Butler. "Prepare lunch in Ms. Waltson and send it upstairs," he told his aunt.

He headed to the courtyard after completing his orders.

"Third Lord."

"Has she still not come down?"

Butler struggled to nod his head: "That's correct, Ms. Waltson might not have an appetite in this scenario, so I've already asked someone to send her lunch. If she doesn't eat it, I'll have someone send her a replacement in half an hour."

Wills Waltson nodded but...