"Bang—"
As Harrison Yale finished speaking, the Butler's hand trembled, and the Plate he was holding fell to the Ground.
The snacks on the Plate rolled out.
"My hand slipped, Young Master Yale, please don't mind. I'll go and get more right away." The Butler hastily picked up the snacks from the Ground and ran towards the Kitchen.
His retreating figure looked as if he was fleeing in panic.
"Harry, did something happen? There seemed to be a deeper meaning in your words just now," Mr. Lawrence's eyes subtly changed, and the next second, he directly asked.
He sat up straight on the sofa, with a stern expression, looking at Harrison Yale.
"It's nothing, I was just joking around. Who knew the Butler would be so easily scared?" Harrison Yale picked up a piece of snack and brought it to Emma Aiden's mouth.
Emma Aiden was feeling drowsy, wanting to find something to distract herself. As soon as she reached out her hand, she instinctively opened her mouth and ate the snack.
