"Sir, the car's ready. Are you sure about going to the Arnold residence?" asked George, Ethan's butler.

"Why, am I not allowed to?" Ethan sat in his wheelchair, exuding an air of dignified elegance. He wore a shirt and jacket, with a hint of a blue tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. He seemed enigmatic and aloof, a touch of melancholy playing around him.

"But Madam..."

Ethan glared at George. "It's not her place to dictate my actions."

"My apologies. I misspoke. I'll take you downsta