Nathan Caroule had asked the two young masters to lend a hand today, but while he lay sleeping on the couch, the two young lords ended up becoming the main workforces.
When he woke up from his morning nap, roused by Timothy for lunch, he saw that the stack of documents on the table was gone.
"Babies, did you two handle all the paperwork?"
Nathan Caroule was wondering if the workload was too much, had the two young lords blown a fuse and dumped all the paperwork directly into the trash bin?
Although this possibility was not high, after all, he couldn't define his two young masters using the norms of ordinary five or six-year-old children.
But in his memory, some of those documents were rather troublesome to deal with.
Unless, they called in some outside assistance.
"Or did you guys ask mom and dad for help?"
Timothy personally delivered the rice porridge to him, and Timmy brought over the rice noodles.
