"Exhausted, aren't you?"
"I'll go arrange a room for you to rest."
Shawn nodded slightly and thanked her, "Thank you. Just a guest room will do."
"Is there anything to eat?"
"I haven't had dinner yet."
He sat casually on the sofa as if it were his own home, and soon the hostess came over with a plate of food, asking warmly, "Do you need a bath?"
"You can also give me your change of clothes."
"No need to be polite."
"Just treat this place as your own home."
Shawn shook his head slightly and said, "No, just having something to eat is fine."
"You can go about your own business."
This was a typical middle-class family, and the house was well decorated, likely a recently purchased single-family home. After eating, Shawn went to the balcony, gazing at the distant city center. On the second floor of the neighboring villa, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was curiously observing him. From a short distance, she asked, "Are you a relative of Mrs. Lyle?"
