"Keitaye, can you help me?"

"Yes, sire," his voice ended, and Keith rushed in, grabbing Richard's arm with one hand behind him, the other under his slender chin, and turning to Aston.

"Now I can rest assured to eat," Aston said with a smile.

Richard's face looked dead and his eyes looked at me.

"Kevin... help..."

I saw him and quickly threw the chair into the middle of the room. Richard's eyes flashed a glimmer of hope that I could help, but no, I just walked up to them with a bag of French fries in my hand. No sooner had I sat down than I took out my snack...