"Miss Moore is already asleep," the nanny whispered to Trenton Smith, glancing at Norris Moore lying on the sofa, fearful of waking her. "I'll take her to bed, and you should rest early too."
The man over there was silent at first, only after a while did he speak faintly, "How was her day today?"
The nanny carefully carried Norris Moore to bed, then stepped outside into the hallway with her phone, softly speaking to Trenton Smith, "Miss Moore went out at noon and didn't return until almost afternoon. She took a nap close to the evening and only had a little dinner, she seemed to have little appetite."
"..."
"I think Miss Moore is missing you a bit. You should come to see her when you have time. She looks quite lonely staying at home by herself."
There was no response from the other end, only after a while did he reply, cold and clear: "Hm."
Trenton Smith hung up the phone.
He leaned back, then lifted his head wearily to pinch the bridge of his nose.
