After hearing Frederick Goldsmith's words, Nia Mitchell pouted. She had already called for Maxwell Peary several times.
"Uncle is still sleeping."
He's a lazybones today, HAHA! It seems everyone has days where they like to sleep in.
"Sleeping?"
Frederick Goldsmith frowned. That couldn't be possible; Young Master Peary wasn't the type to oversleep.
"He isn't sick, is he? Young Mistress, did you ask Master Peary if he was feeling unwell? Does he have a fever or anything?"
Nia Mitchell was taken aback by Frederick Goldsmith's questions.
No, she hadn't thought of that.
"I'll go upstairs and check."
Nia Mitchell was on her feet in an instant, throwing down her chopsticks and darting upstairs.
「In the Main Bedroom.」
Maxwell Peary was no longer in bed; he was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth.
"Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell stood dazed at the bathroom door. She called out to him once but didn't say anything else.
"What's wrong?"
