"Uh...," the maid hesitated and asked, "What about Mr. Kensington now?"

Hearing this, Beatriz snorted with laughter. "What a loyal little dog you are, still worrying about your master at a time like this. But you might be disappointed—Grandpa Kensington is gone, and you shouldn't expect anything from him anymore."

The maid froze at these words, seemingly unable to believe that a perfectly fine person could just disappear like that.

"Have you thought it over? Or should I give you ...