When Evander Lancaster and his eldest brother Robert Lancaster rushed over, Aunt Xu had already crept up and down the stairs who knows how many times.
Every time she saw the exact same scene: the Lancaster Family's Second Master lying motionless on the sofa, and Madam holding a wet towel, helping him "moisten his lips."
"What's wrong with Second Uncle?" Robert Lancaster's brows and eyes were dark with gloom as he looked at Second Uncle's ruddy complexion, which didn't look like a drunk reaction at all.
Father and son had worked together for many years and attended plenty of social functions together. Every time Joseph Lancaster drank, his face would turn pale—deathly white, drained of all color—but he had never been in a condition like this.
Violet Zimmerman didn't answer her son's question. She glanced at the two nannies waiting by the side.
"It's getting late. You two should go rest as well."
Aunt Zhang had just opened her mouth to say "yes" when Aunt Xu spoke up first.
