Lucas frowned, "What is it this time?"
"The soup that the caregiver prepared was too hot," James, his assistant, replied.
"Is that so?"
"How could it be," James shook his head and frowned. "I've told her over and over again that the temperature of Mr. Casper's food must be just right. It was not because the caregiver made a mistake, Mr. Casper just wanted to be mad."
As soon as he finished, a loud crashing came from the bedroom.
Another series of crashes fell on the ground.
"Okay, give Mr. Richard a call later and ask him to come here. Mr. Casper has to eat, one way or another." Lucas sighed helplessly and said in a low voice.
"Yes, sir."
After James left, Lucas walked towards the door of the bedroom and knocked on it. "Mr. Casper, it's me."
There was no response. Lucas did not
