He just felt the pain in his heart.
"Rest assured, Your Highness, I will arrange the itinerary right away!" Harry North said respectfully.
After following the Master for so many years, he always knew his temperament; once a decision was made, it was unchangeable.
But Harry wasn't foolish either.
He knew the Master's return must be related to Ms. Eva Nightingale.
"Mm, set the meeting location over there." The man said coldly.
"Yes."
*
The next day.
Eva Nightingale was wrapped in a fluffy blanket, habitually squirming like a caterpillar.
Recently she's been a bit fond of sleeping.
Or rather, she didn't want to get up at all.
"Miss Eva! I've prepared breakfast for you." Aunt Fang said kindly.
"Mm." Eva got up, washed up, and then lazily made her way to the dining table, "Thank you, Aunt Fang."
