Chapter 947: Chapter 946: Has Uncle Returned?

The actions of Charles Northwood made Tara Jameson very uncomfortable.

She threw down this sentence, turned around, and left.

Watching her departing figure, Charles Northwood stood there for a long time.

Little did he know, everything happening there was clearly observed by Fiona Sutton from upstairs.

Did Charles Northwood try to keep Tara Jameson from leaving, and was refused?

Seeing Charles Northwood like this, Fiona Sutton’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

No one knew how long she watched, before the phone on the table rang again.

Fiona Sutton just watched from upstairs as Charles Northwood made a phone call, absolutely still.

Continuing like this, Charles Northwood, let it be,

thus, she could heartlessly leave, without any more longing.

Not far away, a man wearing a baseball cap and mask, hiding his entire face, was holding binoculars watching everything here.

Upstairs, he saw every move Fiona Sutton made.

For a long time, the scene was frozen.

After Nia Mitchell returned to the villa halfway up the mountain, Frederick Goldsmith was anxiously watching over there.

"Madam, you’re finally back. Why didn’t you even call when you weren’t coming back?"

The butler looked at Nia Mitchell with a face full of concern. At the entrance, the car Nia Mitchell drove earlier was still parked, its window broken, the interior in a mess, not yet cleaned.

Nia Mitchell smiled, with none of her usual liveliness on her face.

"The matter has already passed, there’s nothing more now, so don’t make a fuss."

She seemed to have grown up overnight.

The butler’s eyes filled with a bit of tears, looking at Nia Mitchell with a face full of pity.

"Has Uncle come back?"

She wanted to clarify what the previous incident meant, but she couldn’t see Maxwell Peary anywhere.

It seemed he hadn’t returned.

If he had come back earlier, he would have gone out to find her right away.

"Just received a call from Lewis, saying the young master will come back soon."

Frederick Goldsmith immediately spoke, cautiously observing Nia Mitchell’s expression,

a little uneasy, he promptly added,

"The young master had been knocked out and thrown into the desert, but fortunately, nothing happened, which is why he hasn’t shown up these days."

Nia Mitchell was stunned.

Desert‽

Such a lifeless place, to Nia Mitchell, was overwhelmingly destructive.

If it were her, being thrown into the large desert would surely be a dead end.

"When will Uncle reach home?"

Nia Mitchell was full of worry, instantly forgetting the previous hotel room news.

"About an hour or so. Madam, you should rest for a bit, and I’ll wake you when the young master returns."

The fatigue on Nia Mitchell’s face was impossible to hide, and the butler worriedly looked at her bloodshot eyes.

"It’s okay, I’ll just wait here for him."

Saying so, she sat down on a sofa nearby.

Seeing her like this, Frederick Goldsmith immediately disagreed.

"Madam, you should rest. You wouldn’t want the young master to see you like this and worry, right?"

In that moment, Nia Mitchell was like a child. Listening to Frederick Goldsmith’s words, she lifted her head on the sofa.

Her eyes filled with mist, the tears wouldn’t fall.

"Alright."

She obediently replied, and after saying so, she walked upstairs.

Returning to the master bedroom, she obediently lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

She just didn’t know that after Maxwell Peary returned, the butler didn’t wake her.