At home, Charlotte Cooper was sitting restlessly on the sofa, waiting for Henry Russell to return. She seemed somewhat impatient, her eyes revealing a hint of worry.
She wondered how Henry was doing, why he still hadn't come back yet. Could something have happened to him?
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but frown slightly and muttered to herself, "Oh dear, why isn't he back yet?"
The butler watched her, smiling slightly. Seeing her concerned expression, he felt honored that his young master had such a dedicated young mistress.
He thought for a moment and decided to offer some comforting words, "Don't worry, young mistress. Don't you have faith in our young master's abilities? He has achieved so much at such a young age. I'm sure that Mr. Nixon must be impressed with him."
"I know he can handle anything else, but with Cherry Nixon, it's really hard to say. She's quite strange. I don't know if Henry can get past her."