Old Mrs is ill

It was 7pm when Ansel arrived at the Castillo mansion. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the estate.

Feeling exhausted and hungry, Ansel trudged his way into the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves. His eyes became heavy as he searched for something to eat.

In the kitchen, he was greeted by an unusual sight. The housekeeper rested her head against the cold metal surface of the fridge.

Instantly alert, Ansel rushed to the housekeeper's side. His hand placed on her forehead as he checked for any signs of fever.

Ansel's concern was evident as he spoke. "You need to rest, that's an order," he said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'll handle things from here. Go to your room and get some sleep, okay? You'll feel better by tomorrow."

The old housekeeper flinched at Ansel's sudden touch, her body stiffening in surprise. She quickly regained her composure, mustering a weak smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"No, no, Mr. Ansel. I'm fine, really," she said, her
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