Thus, at Maxwell Peary's strong insistence, she did not go to work in the afternoon.
"Um... Uncle, let's go back to the Hills Villa." Since she wasn't working, she couldn't just sit in the car doing nothing.
Maxwell Peary silently chuckled at her sleepy, just-woken-up appearance.
"Alright, let's go."
「The Hills Villa—」
Once Nia Mitchell got out of the car, she ran quickly inside without even grabbing an umbrella.
"Oh my, Miss Mitchell!" The butler, Frederick Goldsmith, seeing her hurried appearance, instantly became worried. "Didn't you bring an umbrella? That's strange; the young master always keeps umbrellas prepared in his car. And if you didn't have an umbrella, you could have called me. I would have come out to fetch you."
Frederick began to nag. She had so many other options; why did she insist on running back by herself? Not only would she get wet, but what if she slipped and hurt herself?
"It's okay, it was only a few steps."
