The few people at the long table were chatting and laughing, sipping their morning tea, while the child cried fiercely behind them, and none of them had any intention of comforting him.
The maid noticed Asher Land's cold gaze fall upon her, and she couldn't help but shiver. She hurriedly shook the child in her arms, soothing in a soft voice, but it had no effect at all.
Asher Land's expression grew increasingly indifferent. In front of the old man, no matter how serious the matter was, he had to learn to endure it.
When Sophie Smith arrived, the child's cries had already turned from bright to hoarse.
Seeing the child in such a state, her heart ached, and she instinctively wanted to walk in that direction, but Asher Land grabbed her arm.
After a long pause, Nathan Land spoke again.
