Nia Mitchell was crying uncontrollably, standing there looking extremely aggrieved.
"Master was too much, he should have talked to you properly, but Madam, you really did eat too much. And the stuff sold outside contains a lot of unhealthy additives like artificial colors and sweeteners."
Frederick Goldsmith advised her with earnest sincerity, seeing her like this, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Actually, the Master only pretends to be tough on the outside but is soft-hearted. Just now, he instructed the kitchen's pastry chef to make a small ice cream cake. The kitchen is busy with it now."
Nia Mitchell was taken aback when she heard Frederick say this, a bit incredulous.
"Did you say Uncle instructed the kitchen to make an ice cream cake for me?"
"Exactly."
Hearing this, Nia Mitchell didn't care that she hadn't finished changing her shoes, she ran straight to the kitchen.
Sure enough, she saw the pastry chef in the kitchen working on an ice cream cake, and it was almost done.
