"The Lingston family hase to this point today because of their own mistakes. We should bear the consequences ourselves and not make things difficult for you anymore." As E finished, she raised her ss, and toasted Micah.


    Micah clinked sses with her.


    Then, E finished the half ss of red wine in her cup in one go. Micah had only intended to take a sip, but seeing that she had finished hers, he followed suit and drank it all. Setting down the ss, E gestured again, "Today is thest time I trouble you. I won''t do it again in the future."


    "I really can''t intervene in the matters of the Lingston family." Micah looked apologetically at her. "But if you ever need help, I''ll be there for you."


    "I don''t have any problems," E smiled bitterly and gestured, "Even if the Lingston family really goes bankrupt, even if the Lingston Group ceases to exist, I can still support myself and my father with my hands and live a peaceful life in the future. That''s fine." "You''re a good girl."


    Micah rarely praised others, but he had to admit that E was indeed outstanding. Despite being born with a disability and enduring bullying since childhood, she persevered in her studies, obtained dual doctoral degrees, and even started a pharmaceuticalpany with her own abilities.


    Although it wasn''trge-scale, her self-sufficiency was already remarkable.


    Especially her character, which is truly kind and gentle.


    "Thank you," E looked deeply at him and gestured, "It''s the first time I''ve heard youpliment someone."


    Micah smirked slightly, averted his gaze, and continued drinking.


    The affection in E''s eyes was as warm as the sun, and Micah could only avoid it by drinking.


    Soon, the waiter came to serve the meal.


    Micah had no appetite. He had stayed up several nights and was now very tired, so he could only drink to perk himself up, as he still had things to doter and had to meet Sadie. "Why aren''t you eating?" E asked in signnguage.


    Micah lowered his eyes, not looking at her, and naturally didn''t see her signnguage.


    E poured him another half ss of red wine, poured herself one as well, and then raised her ss to him.


    The two clinked sses and once again finished the wine in one go.


    "Since you have no appetite, I''ll apany you in drinking," E gestured, "I''m leaving for Country F tomorrow. I don''t know when we''ll meet again."


    "Why are you going back to Country F?" Micah was surprised.


    "I don''t want to be entangled with my father and Amelia." E looked sad. "I don''t want to trouble you either. To avoid them, I have to leave."


    "Thank you!"


    Apart from this sentence, Micah didn''t know what else to say to express his gratitude and guilt.


    "I''m going to see Grandpa Clemens tomorrow and try to persuade him to leave with me. That way, you won''t have to listen to his nagging every day." E smiled and gestured.


    "Grandpa Clemens may need some time before he can return home," Micah said tactfully, "He can''t leave recently."


    "Why?" E looked very surprised. "I''ve been trying to call Grandpa Clemens these days, but I can''t get through, and there''s no response when I contact Ss. Has something happened to Grandpa Clemens?"


    "He''s sick." Micah didn''t reveal everything. "He''s old and gued by illness. I advised him to rest well, so I cut off his contact with the outside world."


    Grandpa Clemens'' situation was a big deal, and no one should know, including E.


    In the face of a major event, Micah always remained vignt.


    "I understand," E gestured, "No wonder you look so haggard. You must not have slept well these days. Drink more tonight and get a good rest when you go back."


    "Okay." Micah continued drinking with her.


    Andrew watched from the side, his brows slightly furrowed.


    Micah had a good tolerance for alcohol; he usually drank water at home and had never been drunk. But tonight, he seemed a bit intoxicated, his eyes were somewhat unfocused. Could it be that this wine had an unusually strong aftereffect?