Chapitre 334: Jermaine, the real culprit

Flipping the newspaper in nonchalance the man didn't even bother to respond to the worried maid. His eyes still glued to something more important than the actual worrisome situation they were going through. Standing there wordless for more than five minutes, the maid hesitated before speaking. "Sir??" Her voice got a little low, she knew the thin line between his nonchalance and his patience. She was carefull also maintaining a good distance from Jermaine. 

"Hmm.." the man hummed gesturing her to speak. Taking the sign quickly she explained. 

"She didn't eat breakfast, and the dinner was also skipped yesterday." The woman bowed her head explaining him the situation.