Alone in his study, Hiroto paced restlessly. Frustration gnawed at him. "What am I supposed to do with her?" he muttered,running a hand through his hair. No matter how he approached the conversation, Fumiko remained a tightly shut vault.Her secret, the reason behind the interview, remained stubbornly locked away.
He stopped his pacing, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Just as he was about to sink back into his chair, a gentle knock on the door startled him.
"Master, are you coming for dinner? Madam is waiting for you," the nanny announced in a soft voice.
Hiroto blinked, surprised. "Fumiko? She's waiting for dinner?"
The nanny hesitated, a hint of unease in her voice. "No, sir. But she said she would be downstairs soon. I thought I'd let you know."