As they entered the Kindred Care Center, people occasionally greeted Lana Yardley.
"President Langley."
"President Langley."
"..."
Seeing this, Kyle Morgan asked curiously, "Miss Yardley, are you the owner of this care center?"
"No," Lana Yardley replied coldly.
She led Kyle Morgan to the second floor and into a quiet room filled with many cribs.
There was a small baby in almost every crib.
Lana Yardley crossed her arms and said nonchalantly, "They're all high-quality goods. See if any of them catch your eye."
"Why are they all so quiet?" Kyle Morgan frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong. "This is a little strange."
So many babies, yet all of them were silent. Not a single one was crying.
'Something's wrong. Something's very wrong.'
Lana Yardley sneered, as if mocking his ignorance. "What's so strange about it? You just have to feed them some sleeping pills."
Kyle Morgan was speechless.
