'Go check on Ethan?'
Emma blinked, momentarily confused. She looked at William with a questioning expression. "What's wrong?"
William sighed, stepping closer, his tone laced with a hint of exasperation. "Mr. Brooks is having one of his migraines. He's in the bedroom, throwing a bit of a fit—refusing to take his meds, won't eat anything. Could you try talking some sense into him?"
"Is he a child who needs coaxing to take his medicine?" Emma's eyes widened in surprise, feeling a bit caught off guard. "I doubt Ethan even wants to see me right now."
'After all, we just had an argument,' she thought, biting her lip.
"Please, just do me this favor, Ms. Foster."
William's voice was so genuine that Emma found it hard to say no. Before she knew it, she was standing at Ethan's bedroom door, ho
