At dawn, the raging storm finally ceased.
At around six o'clock, Sylvan Cheney dozed off in his study.
After a hazy half-hour nap, he woke up.
In the living room, Chale Cheney was already pacing back and forth with his backpack on.
Children's moods come and go quickly.
After sleeping, it seemed as if he had completely forgotten about yesterday's events. The little guy became cheerful again, hopping around happily.
It's just that his neck was a bit sore!
"Butler Santana, where have you been these past few days? I haven't seen you," the little guy said as he sat on the sofa clutching his unfinished milk.
"I had some matters to attend to back home, I'm sorry, young master."
"It's okay, it's okay. I just missed you a lot."
"I missed you too, young master," Butler Santana replied with a smile.
Such a cute child, having looked after him for three years, she had really grown fond of him.
But thinking about what Sylvan had said last night made her feel melancholic again.