While discussions were buzzing elsewhere, Nia Mitchell was still sound asleep. However, she had sensed when Maxwell Peary got up.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Uncle?"
Confused for a moment, it then dawned on her.
Uncle Peary had left earlier, and she had somehow forgotten in an instant.
So stupid.
Nia Mitchell frowned, then lay back down, pulled up her blanket, her face flushed.
After another nap, by the time Nia Mitchell woke up, it was already nighttime.
The sun had set, and the sky was pitch black.
She came downstairs in her slippers, frowning, and saw the butler standing in the living room.
"Butler Goldsmith, where is my uncle?"
She frowned, pouting, and looked around, but didn't see a trace of Maxwell Peary.
"Young Master Peary has not yet returned."
Nia Mitchell was taken aback, pouting in disbelief.
Maxwell Peary hadn't come back this late?
The point was, he hadn't even given her a single call.
"Then, call him and ask when he'll be back."
