"That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out."
Ezra replied in his usual calm tone, though there was a trace of thoughtfulness hidden beneath it.
He remained seated on the sofa with his arms folded loosely across his chest, his blank black eyes resting on the polished wooden table between them. His mind continued piecing together every detail he had seen since entering the Baron House of Wellston.
"Your friend mentioned that the family owes money to another Baron House."
He paused for a brief moment before raising his eyes toward Lucy.
"And from what the guard at the entrance shouted..."
His words naturally trailed off.
Lucy immediately understood what he was trying to say.
"They owe Baroness Orvain."
She completed his sentence without hesitation.
Ezra gave a slight nod.
"First..."
He calmly adjusted his sitting posture, leaning back against the sofa.
"Meet Baron Wellston himself."
His gaze shifted toward the closed door of the waiting room.
