The family was enjoying dinner, talking about the wedding, in a harmonious and happy atmosphere. Agnes occasionally interjected excitedly, genuinely happy. Two hours later, as the meal ended, Mr. Campell was slightly drunk but happily so. Spencer appeared a bit tipsy, his handsome cheeks flushed with red; he had indeed drunk quite a bit, just to keep his future father-in-law company and now his stomach was very uncomfortable. Summer, holding onto the staggering Spencer, asked with concern, “Are you okay?” worried about his stomach.
The man staggered a few steps before steadying himself and turned to his fiancee, “Can you take me home, please?” He didn’t want to make a scene here. “Yeah,” the girl nodded. Then Agnes also helped support her future brother-in-law. They said goodbye to their parents and led Spencer outside.
The walk down the alley was difficult and over a hundred meters long. He was likely drunk; his balance was off, and his steps were unsteady, leaning on his sister one moment and on his sister-in-law the next. “Be careful!” Agnes’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest, “You really can’t handle your liquor!”
“Who says I can’t?” Spencer replied gently, “I’m just not used to this kind of drink; I’ve never had it before.”
“Then why did you drink so much?” Summer chided.
Spencer smiled, “Isn’t it to make our dad happy?” Summer could see his effort; he was trying to please their father by catering to his tastes. Moved yet concerned, she said, “Don’t do this again; your health comes first.” Opening the car door, Summer instructed, “Agnes, sit in the back with him.”
“Okay.”
The two girls helped Spencer into the car. His mind was still clear as he said, “Take me home; I’ll send you a location.” He took out his phone to operate it. After sending the location, he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. His stomach had been churning for a while, but he restrained himself; he needed to maintain his image in front of his sisters and couldn’t afford to vomit wildly.
Following the location he sent, Summer drove there. Along the way, Agnes stayed by Spencer’s side-she hadn’t learned to drive yet-asking him now and then if he was okay as he kept his eyes closed and brow furrowed in discomfort. “Hmm,” Spencer responded without changing his position. Driving, Summer kept worrying about him, occasionally glancing at him through the rearview mirror.
Soon, they arrived at a large villa shining under the moonlight. “Is this it?” Agnes looked out the car window incredulously; such a large villa in this location must be worth nearly a hundred million dollars? “That’s right; it should be here,” Summer said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
Opening the rear door, she and her sister helped Spencer out and then supported him towards the villa. “Open your eyes and see if this is it,” Agnes was still shocked, “You live alone in such a big villa?” The lights were off. “Yes,” Spencer managed as they helped him to the door where he entered a fingerprint code; when the door opened, the whole house lit up automatically with stylish and high-end decor just like something out of a TV show.
Before Agnes could react further, Spencer told them, “Make yourselves at home; there are many rooms upstairs-you all don’t need to go back tonight.” As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him! Then inside came sounds of dry heaving! “…” Summer’s heart tightened as she quickly walked towards the bathroom door standing anxiously outside. “Are you alright?” she asked nervously.