Ken gave me a cheeky grin and held his hand out. Reluctantly, I handed him his snacks and shook my head. He was such a little planner.
I glanced at Ellis, who was still smirking, a glow of fatherly pride in his eyes.
“Could you try not to look so proud?” I grumbled at him.
“I can’t help it,” Ellis said, chuckling. “Ken is very smart.”
The doorbell rang and I tuned out the sound, knowing the butler would take care of it. I went to the refrigerator to get Ken a glass of milk to go with his snacks.
“As long as you aren’t sick, you can drink your milk with your snacks,” I said. I put the glass on the table and patted the chair. Ken climbed up and started munching.
I heard a noise in the entry hall and creased my brow. The butler had raised his voice and I heard some of the maids murmuring.