A sister

It was morning and Ethan was standing inside the library in his house, which had been left unused and untouched for so long even if it was usually clean. The air was heavy with the scent of aged papers, and leather-bound books that had imprinted words of inks that could barely be erased on them.

Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows up the wall, casting a warm glow on the rows upon rows of bookshelves that lined the walls. The shelves, which were works of art, crafted from rich mahogany with their surfaces polished to a gleaming shine, were reaching towards the high ceiling that seemed endless in a beautiful arrangement.

Ethan suddenly seemed interested in searching for some books that he didn't even know where they were, as Jesse watched him from where he was standing without saying a word. He had offered to help the suddenly curious billionaire find what he was looking for, but he politely rejected the offer and continued to look through the unending lists of books.