"Father? What are you doing?" Olivia shouted in surprise.
She stared at him sitting on the sofa, a glass of wine in his hand.
A bottle of wine stood on the table, its stains revealing that Glarvic had just opened it.
"Oh? Olivia, you're here? Come in—let's have a drink," he said with a faint smile, raising his glass.
Olivia frowned, stepped inside, closed the door, and walked over to him.
"Father, why are you drinking? Didn't the palace doctor forbid you from drinking alcohol again?" Her voice was heavy.
Her father suffered from a strange disease that made his body intolerant to alcohol.
If he forced himself to drink, the reaction was severe—he would get drunk to the point of vomiting.
The palace had tried everything to cure him.
Unfortunately, it was a congenital disease, nearly impossible to cure—except by a Celestial Mage specializing in extreme healing.
But finding one? That was harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
