"Mama, Mama..."
The childish voice was quickly drowned out by the music. Abigail, who was holding onto Jeffrey Foster's arm, did not hear it.
Brandon Piers, on the other hand, felt displeased with his son's behavior of randomly calling someone "Mama." His displeasure extended to the woman his son was addressing. He glanced at her coldly and pressed his son's head back.
Then, he picked up the bottle that had fallen on the ground. Suddenly, he stopped moving.
Juliet Rosa, seeing her second young master become motionless all of a sudden as if he had been turned off like a machine, felt worried. "Second young master, second young master... are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"
Brandon did not speak. As if moving in slow motion, he turned his head back again.
