Keira arrived at her room to find Howard's mother waiting by the door.
She hastened her steps and frowned. "Is Amy asleep?"
"She's asleep."
Howard's mother's eyes flickered, and she suddenly took out Amy's milk bottle. "Tonight, Amy refused to drink his milk. Taste it and see if it has soured or gone bad!"
Keira narrowed her eyes, sensing there was a problem.
She removed her mask, opened the bottle, and tilted her head back to drink without letting the bottle touch her lips, to prevent bacterial infection. After taking a sip, she carefully savored it. "It's not spoiled."
"Is that so?" Howard's mother waved her hand. "Maybe she's full and doesn't want any more. If not, we might have to switch to another brand... Drink the rest yourself. Don't waste it."
Keira had gone to the Horton family early in the morning to attend a funeral and hadn't gotten the chance to eat anything at noon, so she was very hungry now.
