In the morning, Zachary rubbed his temples as he descended from the third floor. His last memory from the previous day was standing up; then, everything went blank. He wondered, "What did I do after I stood up? Why are my legs bruised and my arms sore? It feels like someone beat me up. But that's impossible. This is the Chambers residence. Who would dare to lay a hand on me?"

Reaching the first floor, as he was about to ask a servant for coffee, he saw someone familiar. He was completely shocked. "Can someone tell me why Jeremiah is here? Didn't he leave the Chambers residence yesterday? Where did he sleep last night?"

A possibility struck him, instantly sobering him. "Oh no, I got caught off guard. My poor Yvette."

Raising his voice, Zachary shouted at Jeremiah's back, "Why are you here? Didn't you leave last night? Where did you stay?"

Jeremiah turned, showing no guilt, completely at ease. "Good morning, Mr. Chambers. I made breakfast myself. Let me know if you like it."

Nearby, Lucas observed the flustered Zachary and the composed Jeremiah, effortlessly charming and confident, having prepared breakfast. He sighed inwardly, "It's so frustrating to compare Mr. Chambers with Mr. Chavez. How did I never notice how immature Mr. Chambers was before?"

Zachary approached the table, laden with various dishes. He was surprised; he hadn't expected such a breakfast from someone of Jeremiah's background. The food looked appetizing, but he thought, "So what? It doesn't make up for him sleeping here. He did something unforgivable."

Zachary sat down angrily, glaring at Jeremiah, who sat serenely, smiling warmly. The contrast was striking.

Seeing Zachary's hostility, Lucas interjected, "Sir, Mr. Chavez stayed in the guest room last night."

Zachary's expression changed. "You stayed in the guest room, huh? That's fine. I'll have the servant set up a room just for you, so you'll have your own space whenever you visit. How do you think?"

Jeremiah nodded calmly. "Okay. Thank you, Mr. Chambers."

Zachary picked up a sandwich and told Lucas, "Well, go and tidy up the guest room on the fourth floor. From now on, it'll be Jeremiah's private room."

Jeremiah lowered his eyes, took a sip of coffee. He understood Zachary's intent: Yvette's room was on the second floor, his on the fourth, quite far apart. To reach her, he'd have to pass Zachary's floor. Lucas nodded, understanding Zachary's subtle maneuver. Zachary remained unaware that Jeremiah's presence had significantly lowered his standing in Lucas's eyes.

Zachary picked up a sandwich, expecting it to be merely good-looking, but one bite proved him wrong. The taste was unexpectedly delicious, prompting him to eat two quickly, still craving more afterward.

When Yvette came down, Jeremiah and Zachary were nearly finished. Jeremiah had thoughtfully arranged her favorite foods on a plate. He asked softly, "Did you sleep well?"

Yvette responded lazily, "Yeah," but inwardly complained, "You kept me up until after midnight last night, and you still dared to ask if I slept well?"

Zachary watched with satisfaction. He thought, "When it comes to love, it's not what a man says but what he does that matters." Jeremiah's attentiveness pleased him.

Zachary remembered forgetting to ask Jeremiah his grandfather's name. He asked, "I forgot to ask yesterday, what's your grandfather's name? Since he isn't retired yet, what does he do for work now?"

Jeremiah casually replied, "Mr. Chambers, my grandpa's name is Jase. It's hard to describe his job, but he mostly signs papers."

Zachary mumbled "Jase." The more he repeated it, the stranger it felt. He suddenly remembered. "Isn't that the name of that distinguished figure? A wartime hero who fought against Ybaulla, now one of the country's elder statesmen. If Clifford is considered a hero of peacetime, then Jase is undoubtedly a hero of the war era. Could the Jase Jeremiah mentioned really be the Jase I'm thinking of?"

He tried to deny it, but considering Jeremiah's father was Clifford, it seemed plausible. Zachary swallowed hard and asked, "Well, the person you mentioned, Jase... Could he be the Mr. Jase Chavez that we all know?"

Jeremiah, with a steady expression, poured Yvette milk and nodded slightly. "Yes, Mr. Chambers."

Yvette added, "Jase is his grandfather."

Zachary immediately said, "Yvette, don't just call him Jase; you should say Mr. Chavez."

Jeremiah replied, "It's alright, Mr. Chambers. Yvette is used to calling my grandpa Jase."

Zachary's heart clenched. He thought, "What does he mean? Could Yvette have already met Mr. Chavez? And she's already used to calling him Jase?" The thought of meeting Jase Chavez one day, now as family, sent a shiver down his spine. He was overwhelmed.

He reached for water, but the glass slipped, shattering on the floor. Yvette, Jeremiah, and Lucas stared. Zachary's face flushed. He quickly excused himself. "Well, I'll go upstairs for now. You enjoy your meal. There's something I have to deal with." Lucas followed him.