Seeing Asher Land enter the kitchen, the maid quickly followed.
"Mr. Land, is there anything you'd like to eat? The chef has already left for the day, but if you let me know, I can prepare something for you right away."
"No need," Asher Land searched around the kitchen, "Do we have milk at home? The kind kids drink?"
There are no kids at home, so where would we get milk for kids?
The maid shook her head, troubled.
Asher Land glanced at his wristwatch; it seemed there was still time. If he drove to the city now, perhaps he could buy the milk and bring it back for Alexander to drink before he went to sleep.
He didn't hesitate and strode out.
"Mr. Land, where are you going at this hour?"
The maid's shout alerted Irene Morton and Luke Land; they hurried downstairs, noticing Asher picking up the car keys from the coffee table.
"Brother Asher, where are you heading?" Irene blocked his way, looking up at him.
"To buy milk."
"Hmm?" Irene was puzzled, "Who's going to drink it?"
