His words carried a soft smile, a blend of encouragement and affection aimed at motivating the young boy.
Morgan, stubborn in his resolve, ignored Mervyn's advice and persisted, "Where are Greg and Vincent? Why didn't they come here with us? I want to play with them."
Before Mervyn could respond, a series of knocks interrupted their conversation. "Come in," Mervyn called out, welcoming the interruption.
The door swung open, revealing the figure of Benjamin, the aged butler.
With a respectful bow of his head, he addressed them, "Young Master Morgan, Mr. Mervyn. Madam Clark has ordered to take you both to the main mansion."
Mervyn was taken aback by the suddenness of it all, but he yielded, knowing better than to defy Madam Clark's wishes.
As they made their way toward the grand mansion, Morgan's blue eyes sparkled with wonder, reflecting the sheer magnificence of the expansive garden they strolled through.
