Seeing this scene, Scarlett slumped onto the chair, thinking the siblings were about to panic and start blaming each other.
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Catherine casually placed the packaging she was holding on the floor.
"It's fine, not a big deal."
Now it was Scarlett's turn to be stunned.
"???"
She knew that this commemorative-edition whiskey was worth twenty to thirty thousand yuan, and it wasn't guaranteed that you could buy it even if you had the money.
Andrew also had an indifferent attitude.
"Anyway, Dad didn't spend the money himself. He wouldn't dare drink it at home even if he hid it."
"..."
For some reason, Scarlett felt a little sorry for John, the father, at that moment.
After breakfast, Andrew lay comfortably on Scarlett's lap, completely at ease, leaving only the bored Catherine alone.
"How about we play one of the activities we agreed on last night?" Catherine suddenly suggested.
