Seeing Nicholas Croft's awkwardness, Beatrice Hargrave didn't tease him further. Her gaze was clear and unwavering. "Uncle Nicholas, it's getting late. I need to rest,"
"Hmm," Nicholas Croft nodded, and as he turned, he supported himself on the wall with one hand. His head was severely dizzy, and if not for his strong self-control, the part of his body swelling might have long found an outlet.
Closing his eyes, he shook his head, "Bea, could you help Uncle back to his room?"
"Sure,"
Beatrice supported Nicholas's arm, feeling a bit strange. Clearly, it didn't seem like he had drunk too much, so why was he reacting this way...
Suddenly, a premonition rose in her heart. Could it be?
"Uncle Nicholas, were you drugged?" As she opened the door, Beatrice asked. If Uncle Nicholas was drugged, then the biggest suspect would certainly be Hannah Hargrave!
"Heh, you could say that," Nicholas Croft admitted with a smile, one hand holding the wall next to the door.
