Drinking usually resulted in trouble.
This time, Kieran allowed Lila to help him upstairs and then slowly went to take a shower.
Lila made the hangover soup and brought it upstairs for him.
She knocked on the door but didn't get a response.
She opened the door quickly and saw that Kieran had already showered, changed, and was fast asleep in bed.
Lila smiled and glanced at him a little longer.
Kieran looked well-behaved.
At that moment, he seemed just like any other person.
Lila didn't want to disturb this calm atmosphere, but she also feared he would have a headache after waking up tomorrow.
He had to drink the hangover soup.
She felt a twinge of guilt as if she were the wicked stepmother preventing the little princess from sleeping.
"Uncle Kieran." She gently tapped him.
Lila had heard Amelie mention that Kieran had been living alone since he was very young. He encountered many dangers and never dared to let his guard down, even when sleeping.
Even after all these years, he remained vigilant in his sleep.
At the Morgan residence, he had ordered the household staff to stay away from his bedroom, and here at Evergreen Heights, he had hired non-resident maids.
Even though Lila's movements were gentle, the moment Kieran opened his eyes, a hint of alertness flashed in his gaze.
But it quickly faded once he processed the situation.
Lila felt a pang of sympathy but didn't show it. She smiled and said, "Uncle Kieran, drink the hangover soup before you go back to sleep."
Kieran slowly sat up, took the white bowl, and took a sip.
"How does it taste? Is it as good as the ones you make?"
Her cheerful tone lifted the somber atmosphere in the room.
Kieran nodded and complimented her. "It's good."
"You're lying. I've tasted it. It's not good at all. It's too sour.
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