The most important thing for a servant is discretion, and the ones in Ethan Laurent's villa clearly understood this well.
He only gave a brief instruction, and the rest, whether he considered it or not, the servants handled it all themselves.
When preparing breakfast for Summer Ford, they even made it different from Ethan Laurent's, offering her a comforting warm porridge and a cup of brown sugar tea.
Summer Ford came to the dining table, glanced at her breakfast, pulled out a chair, and sat down with Ethan Laurent.
Normally, she sat across from him, but now they were sitting side by side. Summer didn't think much about it when she sat down, but Ethan Laurent's lips subtly curved in a faint smile.
Out of the corner of her eye, Summer caught the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips, a bit puzzled but not dwelling on it.
Holding a spoon, she started her breakfast on her own.
