Wayne could hold his liquor well. But today, he seemed to have gotten drunk.

Olivia helped him onto the bed. He gripped her hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"Let go! I'm warning you, don't do anything funny!" Olivia warned him sternly.

Wayne's cheeks were flushed, but he kept mumbling, "Dr. Ophelia, I really do like you. Can you give me a chance?"

"Sorry." Olivia pried his fingers off of her. Then, she left the room expressionlessly.

Compared to Wayne, Olivia was more concerned about Jade.

Jade had drunk a few glasses of wine. She was a good drinker, but still, she was quite old, so Olivia was a little worried about her.

Jade was lying on the bed, murmuring, "Sis, don't leave me. Sis…"

When Olivia came in, Jade gripped Olivia's hands. "Oh, Nat! It's me, Jade."

"Jade, who am I?"

"You're Sis. You know, Nat."

"What is my name?" Olivia continued asking.

"You're…"

Before Jade finished speaking, she fell asleep. Olivia felt a little exasperated. Sometimes, it could be quite tro