Maxwell Peary choked. Fine, it was his fault.
"I didn't rush you."
Maxwell Peary uneasily touched his nose. He was just a bit worried.
Looking at the closed door, he sat down on the bed again. Lowering his head, he saw the bloodstain on his thigh.
Should I go somewhere else and clean myself up first? For a moment, I found myself completely at a loss.
Forget it, I'll go clean up in the guest room first.
With this thought, Maxwell Peary left the Main Bedroom.
By the time he finished cleaning himself up, Nia Mitchell still hadn't come out.
"Nia Mitchell?"
He knocked on the door.
"Don't rush me."
Nia Mitchell's face was filled with misery, but she eventually gathered her courage.
"Uncle, do you have... that... in the villa?"
Maxwell Peary blinked. That again? But what is 'that'?
"Huh?"
Nia Mitchell knew he didn't understand what she was talking about. She hesitated for a long time before finally mustering her courage.
"Sanitary pads!" she blurted out.
