Butler Frederick Goldsmith stood in the dining hall, watching Maxwell Peary's retreating figure, his eyes slightly hazy.
The young master was increasingly resembling a normal person, becoming more humane, no longer as icy as before.
The fruits on the dining table—strawberries, cherries, pineapples, and grapes—were all ordered by Young Master Peary when he came down a while ago, and he even added a freshly squeezed Green Apple Juice to the order.
The kitchen staff were somewhat baffled when they received the order, as the young master had never asked for these before.
Unexpectedly, they were all ordered for Nia Mitchell.
When Frederick Goldsmith's attention returned from Maxwell Peary's retreating figure, the dining hall filled his ears with Nia Mitchell's chattering.
"Uncle, these strawberries are delicious. But why is this Apple juice, not strawberry juice?"
Nia pouted, furrowed her brow, and pointed at the juice in front of her with a look of disgust.
