Adam Walker turned his face and saw a coat lying on the ground—it was his coat, with a steaming iron fallen beside it.
On the chair nearby, there were a few more of his clothes, all washed but not yet ironed and folded.
Bending down to pick up the coat, Adam Walker lifted the iron and switched it off.
"In the future, you can just let the servant handle this kind of thing, you don't need to do it yourself."
Ivana gently nodded, "Sorry."
"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to blame you," Adam Walker said as he picked up the coat from the chair, "I'll take these clothes outside. It's getting late, come out and get ready for dinner."
As he stepped towards the door, Ivana bit her lip and called out hastily.
"Adam!"
Adam Walker stopped in his tracks and turned around, "Is there something else?"
"I..." Ivana turned around in her wheelchair, "I want to go back."
"Go back?" Adam Walker raised an eyebrow, "Back where?"
"I want... to go back to my hometown for a bit."
