The next day, Gilbert was in his office reviewing documents.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
He picked it up.
"Young Master, the kindergarten teacher called. She said Young Master Dean's headache has returned. He hasn't eaten breakfast yet, and I've already brought him home," Butler Luo said in a distressed voice.
Gilbert immediately dropped his pen and strode out.
At the Watson Castle
Dean was sitting on the sofa flipping through a comic book. His tiny fingers turned each page carefully, his expression focused.
"Dean, what's wrong? Does your head hurt?" Gilbert rushed in, full of concern.
Dean didn't even look up, acting as if he hadn't heard a thing, still flipping through the comic.
Gilbert placed his hand on Dean's forehead. Thankfully, it was cool, no fever.
Suddenly, Dean stood up, shoved his hand away, and ran straight to his room. Bang! The door slammed shut behind him.
Gilbert froze.
Then, irritation and worry surged in his chest.
What's wrong with this brat again?!
