Lisa downed three consecutive glasses of wine, noticing that Violet was still holding her glass. Violet pretending to be composed. “Oh… Mrs. Crawford, you’re so generous!” she exclaimed, feigning surprise. “I didn’t expect this at all! How rude of me, I apologize!”
As she spoke, Violet personally came over to pour Lisa another drink.
Lisa stared at her, fully aware of her intentions.
She may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she wasn’t foolish either!
Lisa extended her hand, signaling Violet to pour.
Finally, after Lisa had consumed four glasses of wine, Violet reluctantly took a sip.
Lilly shook her head discreetly while eating.
This auntie, she thought to herself, is truly…
For a brief moment, Lilly felt sympathy for Violet.
Aunt Lisa is impossible to get drunk!
Violet had a smile on her face as she praised Lisa repeatedly. Watching Lisa drink glass after glass, a sneer formed in Violet’s heart.
Foolishness truly begets foolishness.
She was easily manipulated into drinking ten glasses of wine.
Although Violet had to accompany Lisa in the process, she had only consumed five glasses herself!
Violet started to feel a bit lightheaded, but she didn’t think it was a big deal. She had never been drunk before and believed she would be fine now.
Finally, Lisa put down her glass, and Violet, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet, returned to her seat.
Anthony brought over a glass of warm water and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”
Lisa revealed her ten pearly white teeth and replied, “I’m fine! It’s delicious!”
Anthony was speechless, a mix of frustration and helplessness. He patted her shoulder and said, “Listen to me, drink some warm water.”
Although Lisa seemed fine, he was concerned about the excessive alcohol intake and its impact on her health.
Drinking more water would help her sober up faster—Anthony had witnessed Lisa’s remarkable digestive capacity in the past year or two.
Violet watched Anthony’s caring gesture towards Lisa, feeling a pang of jealousy.
Perhaps it was the effect of drinking a few glasses, but she foolishly remarked, “Mr. Anthony is so kind to Mrs. Crawford! It’s truly enviable.”
That statement was somewhat inappropriate.
Lawrence looked at Violet in astonishment, while David, holding a piece of roast duck, accidentally dropped his fork. He quickly picked it up and put it back in the bowl, looking at Violet with confusion.
Violet, although somewhat intoxicated, immediately realized that everyone’s gaze was odd.
She smiled, maintaining her composed demeanor as a well-mannered young lady. “What I meant was that their relationship is truly admirable. I hope to find someone like that in the future too.”
Lawrence couldn’t say anything, but he had already made some guesses and was already displeased.
He would have to talk to Violet later. If she had any intentions toward Anthony, he would sever ties and lecture her.
“Let’s continue with the meal,” David quickly stood up to ease the awkwardness. “Mr. Anthony, I propose a toast! Thank you for your concern for my father…”
Anthony picked up his glass and stood up.
The atmosphere eased momentarily.
But as Anthony sat back down, Lisa leaned over again.
She reached out directly, intending to take the white wine from David’s side.
She had been drinking red wine earlier.
She caught a whiff of the aroma of the white wine, which seemed even more delightful than the red wine…
And she heard that it was more expensive than red wine… she had to drink it.
She felt like she would be missing out if she didn’t take a sip.
After all, Anthony had spent money to treat them. Not a drop should go to waste!
Anthony, with quick reflexes, grabbed Lisa’s hand. “No more drinking,” he reprimanded. “It’s impolite to drink any further.”
Violet immediately stood up. “Mrs. Crawford wants to drink. I’ll accompany her. It’s fine, Mr. Anthony. Let’s all have a good time today!”
Violet was now fully intoxicated.
She even dared to reach for the bottle of white wine and poured a glass for Lisa.
She poured herself a glass as well and took the initiative to drink first. “Mrs. Crawford, I toast to you!”
While Anthony looked on in silence, he pressed his forehead, giving Lilly a look as if to say, “Aren’t you going to intervene?”
Lilly responded with a look that said, “If you’re not going to intervene, neither am I!”
Anthony fell silent once again.
Only Violet was secretly sneering in her heart: Hmph, fools are truly fools!
Red wine mixed with white wine, and so many glasses consumed. This time, she will be the one getting drunk!
Violet intentionally said, “Mrs. Crawford, how did you win over Mr. Anthony? So many people pursued him, but only you succeeded!”
There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, and her choice of words was already quite inappropriate, causing Lawrence to furrow his brows.
Lisa sneered, “Because I’m faster!”
Violet fell silent.
She was infuriated!
Was she slower? She had pursued him with so much effort. What aspect of her was inferior to Lisa?
Violet’s intoxication made her unaware of her embarrassing behavior, but she had inadvertently embarrassed herself.
“Mrs. Crawford, with so many people vying for a position, you must have put in a lot of effort, huh?” Violet sneered, her face filled with mockery.
“After all, someone like you, how could you possibly be a match for Mr. Anthony? At least, I thought I would have to work extremely hard just to be worthy of him…”
“Violet!” Lawrence suddenly slammed the spoon down, glaring at her. “What nonsense are you spouting?!”
He was so angry that his hands trembled. Violet had intentions toward Anthony.
Not only did she have intentions, but she also spoke ill of Mrs. Crawford right in front of her. Who knows what underhanded means she had used behind the scenes!
Who speaks like that?!
Lilly discreetly lifted her head, seeing an excellent opportunity—wow, what an opportunity!
She immediately threw out a sobering talisman.
Violet, scolded by Lawrence, suddenly snapped back to sobriety. The alcohol had instantly worn off, and her mind was fully clear.
Anthony stared at her coldly, his voice icy. “Ms. Yarbrough, what do you mean by this? Are you disparaging my wife?”
Gilbert also looked displeased. “Ms. Yarbrough, that’s going too far. My sister-in-law and my brother’s feelings are natural. How can you belittle my sister-in-law just because you’re Lawrence’s student?”
Lilly asked, “Auntie Violet, are you implying that my Aunt Lisa is inferior to you and that you’re more deserving of my Uncle Anthony?”
David instinctively chimed in, “That’s just shameless…”
After speaking, he suddenly realized he had butted in unnecessarily and hurriedly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, only to find out it was the roasted duck’s rear end…
Oh, damn!
