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

unbearable, the mixture of smells almost making his eyes sting with pain. Benjamin was furious. He quickly ordered the servants to

know. You can ask him yourself. I'm going back to clean the damn carriage,"

awkwardly. "Take care, Mr. Brown.

home, he couldn't avoid

you brought home. When you see someone like him, you should

how

to go visit Sage Violet tomorrow with the carriage in this state? Why did you have to get involved with someone like him? Of all the people, you had to choose that heartless man, someone who forgets favors

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

a

just worked with

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

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dry. Even when it

the smell would linger.

atmosphere was no better

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