Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 998

By the time Michael realized what had happened and tried to take the wine bottle back from Barrett, most of the contents were already gone. Barrett ended up so drunk that he collapsed, unconscious. Michael couldn't get rid of him-not at all.

He cursed himself. What had possessed him to drag such a good-for-nothing back? Drinking this much-Barrett couldn't have drunk himself to death, could he?

Frustrated, Michael stormed out and brought in a bucket of cold water, ready to douse him. But when he looked at Barrett-lying there as still as a corpse, his face pale and green-he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He shook his head, calling for his servants to prepare a carriage. He would personally take Barrett back to Valor Estate.

The ride was rough. Inside the carriage, Barrett vomited wildly. Michael could smell the stench of it from outside as he drove the horses. It was like the foul water of a ditch that hadn't been cleaned in years, mixed with the scent of decay. Fuming, Michael shouted into the carriage, "Barrett, you'll pay for this damn carriage!"

It was the only carriage he had the one his wife used when she went out. He never needed it himself, and now this mess was going to get him into so much trouble with her. He cursed under his breath.

One should really avoid being too nice, and never be too curious.

When the carriage finally arrived at Valor Estate, Michael jumped out, red-faced and fuming. He called for the Warren family servants.

"Get your precious master inside. I can't deal with him."

As soon as the carriage door was opened, the stench hit him like a brick. It was so overwhelming that he almost

inside. His younger brother was curled up in the carriage, lying in a mess of vomit and spilled wine. The stench was unbearable, the mixture of smells almost making his eyes sting with pain. Benjamin was furious. He quickly ordered the servants to carry Barrett inside and back to his room. After that, he turned to Michael, thanked him, and then asked, "Mr.

I'm going back to clean

care, Mr. Brown. I'm sorry about

returned home, he couldn't avoid the long lecture from his

that I mind you bringing someone over for a drink, but look at the kind of person you brought home. When you see someone like him, you should just stay away! How could you let him come

look at how filthy

Violet tomorrow with the carriage in this state? Why did you have to get involved with someone like him? Of all the people,

person, but when it came to Barrett, she spared no criticism. The truth was, some people just deserved

a word the

He just

carriage, hauling bucket after bucket of water. The spring air was already damp and the sun barely shone, making it impossible to

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would dry. Even

the smell would linger.

was no better at