There!
Enna Clark was carrying a bowl of porridge, heading toward the direction of the coughing sound.
As she walked, her head ached.
Judging from the cough, the vocal cords sounded hoarse, and it seemed like a severe cold, no wonder the Housekeeper looked so anxious.
Enna Clark tapped on the door twice.
An authoritative voice came from inside, "Come in."
Old Master Lawrence didn't know the person outside was Enna Clark, and he never expected the Housekeeper to have the audacity to let Enna take care of him. He still thought the person coming in was the Housekeeper. Rubbing his throbbing temples without raising his head, he said, "How is the development project in South City coming along? And did you decline Duke Louis's invitation for me?"