The maid didn't say anything, quickly ran downstairs, and reported the situation to Nolan Davis.
Nolan Davis listened and couldn't help but frown.
He wondered if the dishes prepared by the house chef didn't suit her taste, as she repeatedly refused to come down for dinner.
He pulled out a chair and began walking upstairs.
He entered her room and saw her curled up, holding her abdomen, looking in pain.
"What's wrong?" He supported her body, letting her lean against him, reached out to touch her forehead, her temperature was normal, and she wasn't having a fever.
"It's just menstrual cramps, nothing serious..." Her voice was somewhat weak.
"Menstrual cramps?" Nolan Davis murmured to himself, unsure of what to do in such a situation.
He looked to the maid for help, and the maid quickly offered a suggestion.
"Mr. Davis, I have a warm water bag in my room, it might help alleviate the pain if Miss Smith tries it. I often do that when I have menstrual cramps..."
