BAILEY'S POV
I’m sorry. –Fern
The moment I picked up the sticky note from the tray on the floor, I noticed that Fern stopped himself from going down the first floor and hide in the plant near the first plight of the stairs instead. Such a smart move, boy.
I shook my head and prevented a smile from forming on my face before lifting up the tray and taking it with me inside my room.
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FERN'S POV
“Agatha…I’ll clean that up.” I initiated in cleaning up the mess that I made in the kitchen the moment I went down.
“We got it sir. Go and rest in you room.” Agatha replied as I saw some of the helpers already washing the pots, the pan, the chopping board, and the knife that I used.
“Are you sure?” I asked as I peeke
