When Mr. Hayes entered the room, Lauren came face to face with him.
"Mr. Hayes, are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale lately?"
Mr. Hayes shook his head slightly. "Oh, maybe it's because of Lent. Miss Torres, don't worry about me. I just need to rest for a while."
"Mr. Hayes, how many times have I told you? Just let someone else do the job. Don't worry about it," said Franklin.
"It's fine. I'm in charge of these things every year. I don't feel comfortable handing them over to someone else. Master Franklin and Miss Torres, please go. The old madam won't be happy if you're late."
"I'll have to trouble you then, Mr. Hayes," said Franklin with a nod.
Then, they went out to continue the ceremony.
The monk in front of them was mumbling something, and a long table was filled with all kinds of vegetarian food. Mr. Hayes was the one who ordered and cooked all the food.
