Erin lounged comfortably on the sofa, casually snapping her fingers at the nearby butler. "A cappuccino, please."
Unaware of the recent conversation, the butler quickly brought the prepared coffee and handed it to Erin.
"Thank you," Erin said with a sweet smile.
The butler waved his hand dismissively. "Miss Martin, there's no need for such politeness."
He then looked at Uncle Olsen and Keira. "Sir, Miss, would you like anything to drink?"
Keira shook her head while Uncle Olsen stood up. "I'm going to grab something to eat."
Having slept for so many days, his stomach was empty.
Apart from that, his departure signaled to Keira that he hadn't detected any hostility from Erin.
Nearing his fifties, Uncle Olsen was skilled at reading people and rarely wrong in his judgments.
Keira simply nodded.
Uncle Olsen followed the butler toward the dining area.
Erin immediately stood up. "Uncle, wait for me! I'm hungry, too!"
