Maxwell Peary walked towards Frederick Goldsmith.
"Give it to me."
He then reached out, took the milk Frederick was holding, frowned, and glanced up at the second floor.
Without waiting for Frederick to say anything more, he went straight upstairs with the milk.
「Main Bedroom」
On the huge bed, the quilt was still spread out, and Nia Mitchell was lying prone on top of it, pressing it down with her body. Her small feet dangled, kicking back and forth, while her chin rested on Maxwell's pillow. She held her phone in one hand, while the other continuously reached for potato chips from an open bag on the bed.
This was the scene that greeted Maxwell Peary when he opened the Main Bedroom door.
The smell of potato chips was overwhelming. Even someone like Maxwell Peary, who had experienced much of the world, frowned at the scent.
Nia Mitchell, completely absorbed in her phone, couldn't possibly have heard such a faint sound of the door opening.
