Drinking usually resulted in trouble.


    This time, Kieran allowed L to help him upstairs and then slowly went to take a shower.


    L 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.


    L smiled and nced at him a little longer.


    Kieran looked well-behaved.


    At that moment, he seemed just like any other person.


    L 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.


    L 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 vignt 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 L''s movements were gentle, the moment Kieran opened his eyes, a hint of alertness shed in his gaze.


    But it quickly faded once he processed the situation.


    L 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 andplimented her. "It''s good."


    "You''re lying. I''ve tasted it. It''s not good at all. It''s too sour.


    "But since I had already added everything in, I added some more water, and it''s still sour."


    Kieran was left speechless.


    Hearing her honest words, he no longer tried to maintain hisposure. His brows started furrowing from the sour taste.


    L couldn''t help butugh. Was he trying to act like a well-behaved child?


    Kieran actually had such a cute side.


    "Just bear with it. I''ll try to make it better next time!" she said with a yful smile, looking cheeky and adorable.


    She took the white bowl back, her delicate fingers more beautiful than the porcin itself. "Get some rest."


    Kieran watched L leave and thoughtfully turned off the lights for him.


    His gaze shifted slightly in the darkness.


    He must have truly been drunk because it didn''t take long before he fell asleep again.


    Kieran woke up the next day and his head didn''t hurt. That sour hangover soup actually worked quite well.


    L had to get up early for a regr shoot with the crew, so she left before him.


    When Cole arrived, he found only Kieran at the dining table, which was odd to him.


    "Is Ms. Hart still sleeping?" he asked.


    He got used to calling her that and forgot to correct himself.


    Kieran didn''t respond to that, instead asking, "Did you look intost night''s incident?"


    "Yes." Cole remembered the


    Dorit


    important matter of the day. "Yesterday, Shannon brought


    in, and Dorian sent the waiterwho approached Ms. Hart.


    "From the surveince, aside from Shannon bringing him inside, they didn''t have


    any other contact, and they didn''t seem familiar.


    "The key point is, when Dorian Ms. Hart, it was indeed


    an


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    but Shannon e after Dorian ente indoct


    but Shannon never left


    Cole paused. "It seems that


    Shannon was waiting for an


    opportunity to have Ms. Hart meet with Dorian and then take the


    chance to nder her.


    "If Dorian hadn''t tripped, I think she would have had some backup n."


    "But..." Cole hesitated. "Shannon is from the Bolton family. Do you n to take action against her, Mr. Morgan?"