There was a woman nestled in Garrett's arms. He squinted sleepily and spoke in a voice that didn't sound completely sober. "You can't do this to me. It's seven o'clock in the morning. Even servants should have time to rest."

"I'm not joking. Hurry up and find a way to help me. I can't sleep until this problem is solved." As he spoke, Ethan sullenly stared at the scenery framed by the window.