DING DONG, DING DONG...
Several messages arrived. A quick glance revealed they were from his uncle's butler.
Butler: Mr. Russell, Miss Rowland likes steamed buns, dumplings, and all kinds of seafood.
Butler: You absolutely must prepare breakfast for her. Our poor Miss Rowland never had a decent meal while living with that woman. She survived solely on government-issued poverty relief nutrient pills.
Butler: Miss Rowland is slightly malnourished—you can tell just by looking at her pale little face. She is still growing, so skipping breakfast is absolutely out of the question.
Butler: Oh, right, and please remember to prepare milk for Miss Rowland...
Butler: I will leave Miss Rowland in your care for now, Mr. Russell. If you are too busy, you can always ask me to come and pick her up. (Smile.jpg)
Kieran Russell stared at his screen, utterly speechless. He had never realized his uncle's butler was this talkative.
Kieran: I am a doctor. I know.
