Lionel looked at Sara and knew that she was drunk. The young master had been familiar with the culture of various wine tables since he was eight years old. He knew that people who were drunk would never admit that they were drunk. He could only persuade her in a good voice, "Okay, we won't go back. Don't drink anymore. I'll ask someone to make you a cup of honey water..."
The waiter immediately gave Sara a glass of honey water and put it on the table. Lionel swindled Sara's beer can out and put the glass of honey water into Sara's hand. "This is their new liquor. Have a taste."
Sara sure enough, she finished the whole glass of vodka obediently. Sara suspected that if he gave her a cup of vodka, she would be able to do it straightforwardly.
After drinking honey water, Sara let out a sigh of relief and let his evil associates go back first. Then he said to Sara, "I'll send you back?"
Sara lay prone on the table with her eyes wide open. No one knew what she was looking at, but she did not say anything.
Lionel added, "Sara? Little sister?"
Sara looked up at him and suddenly cried. "Don't you want me anymore?"
Her voice was choked with sobs, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
Sara was shocked by her. "You... why are you crying! Don't cry, I didn't say I don't want you... I won't take you back, okay? I'll ask Master Hank to pick you up."
Although Master Hank knew that he not only brought Sara to the bar, but also got drunk and would definitely give him a good beating, Lionel felt that it would be better to be beaten by Hank than to watch Sara cry here.
Sara lay prone on the table and was out of breath. She murmured, "... All of you don't want me anymore... You don't want me anymore..."
Lionel telescopic summoned up his courage and added, "Other than me, who wouldn't want you?"
Sara was stunned and cried even louder, "Hank! He doesn't want me anymore! He has someone he likes!"
When Sara heard the news, he immediately cursed, "He has someone he likes? Who is it?"
Sara, however, refused to speak.
The way she cried was especially painful. Her pair of deer eyes had been red and swollen, and her nose was red. Her tears fell out as if they were free. People who didn't know what had happened to her, would think that Mr. Martin had done to her.
Sara tut-tutted. He could only imitate his way of crying and teasing the nanny when he was a child. He gently patted Sara's back and said, "Fine, fine, fine. I won't ask anymore. If he doesn't want you, it's his loss. Don't cry, your eyes will definitely swell into walnuts tomorrow."
However, Sara could not hear a single word. She buried her head deeply into the crook of her arms, her shoulders twitching and twitching.
As she cried, she felt that this was not right. She had always wanted to leave Hank and the Bishop family. Now that the opportunity had come, why was she crying?
It must be because he was happy.
She finally had to leave Hank's side. She didn't have to deal with that temperamental man anymore. She didn't have to worry that she would die át any time and that there wouldn't be so many people who would come and find trouble with her...
It must be because he was too happy... it had to be like this.
When Hank rushed to the hotel, Lionel was ready to be slapped in the face on the spot, but Hank didn't pay attention to him, so he managed to escape.
"How much did you drink?" Hank frowned.
"Just, just two jars." Sara said guiltily, "From her look, I thought she could drink. Who knew that she was actually drunk long ago."
Hank's frown deepened. He reached out and tried to pick Sara up, but Sara was like a small animal that had been beaten. Sensing that someone was trying to touch him, she instinctively curled up in the corner of the sofa. Her body trembled slightly, unwilling to let Hank touch her.
Hank's hand froze and he said gently, "Sara, don't be afraid. It's uncle. He took you home..."
Sara was stunned for a moment. She raised her head from the crook of her arm and gave Hank a blank look. Her white and tender face was covered with tears and her voice was hoarse from crying. "You... Didn't you say that you didn't want me?"
Hank was a little confused, but it was boring to argue with a drunkard. He whispered, "Who said I don't want you? How can uncle not want you? Sara, come here, uncle will take you home, and I'll buy you milk tea at home."
Zara, who was watching from the sidelines, was so shocked that his eyeballs almost popped out of his head.
If a soldier who had been reprimanded by Master Hank saw this scene, it was estimated that everyone would feel that there was something wrong with their eyes. Otherwise, how could they see the cold-faced general whose face read "I have a bad temper" gently coaxing a little girl?
Sara seemed to have loosened up a little as well. She blinked her moist eyes and coughed. "You... you really didn't abandon me?"
"No." Hank stretched out his hand and said, "Come, Uncle, hug me."
Sara slowly stretched out her hand and was taken into Hank's arms. She rested her head on Hank's shoulder and looked at Sara in a daze. Sara hurriedly asked, "Little sister, are you awake?"
"No." Hank said faintly, "She can't drink alcohol. If you bring her to drink wine next time, you'll never be able to enter the gate of the Reminisland again."
Lionel nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, yes, I know. I absolutely won't let her drink it."
Hank patted the back of his back in his arms. It was a comforting action, and Sara immediately leaned into his arms.
Hank lifted her up and turned to look at Sara and said, "When you go to the team on Monday, go to the gravity room and train for two hours."
Lionel's legs were so weak that he almost knelt down on the spot to Hank.
"Brother... Brother, we can't do this. Can't I carry weights to run for 20 kilometers? Can I wash stinky socks for everyone in the dormitory? I really don't want to go into the gravity room!"
Hank looked at him coldly. The meaning of that look was obvious to read, "No."
Lionel lost interest in-living.
Hank ignored Sara, who was suspicious of his life, and pulled Sara out of the bar with him in his arms. Outside, it was very quiet.
The night wind blew, and Sara's long hair floated up. She blankly looked at the strange scenery and muttered, "Where is this place?"
Hank replied with a good temper, "How would I know? Didn't you come by yourself?"
The drunk people were unreasonable. She looked at Hank with confidence and said, "Nonsense, you are holding me, then you must be holding me here!"
Hank: "..."
Alright, I'll wait for you to wake up.
When he saw Hank, who looked like a drunkard from head to toe, he coughed. "Why are you drinking so much?"
Hank put Sara on the back seat, walked to the other side of the car, opened the door, and sat down. "I guess it's because the child hasn't had a drink before. It's just a moment of freshness."