Chapter 352 Lost All Self-Image

Quentin eventually had to drag Iris back to her room while half-supporting her drunken body. Once he was done with her, he went downstairs to look for Madeleine. Perhaps she was too tired thus she did not make any fuss. Instead, she was quietly sleeping on the sofa after she became drunk. When Quentin was about to reach her, she suddenly flipped over and nearly fell from the sofa onto the cold hard floor. Quentin hurried over to catch her before she fell and placed her back on the sofa. After all the torture he had to go through with two drunken women, he was sweating profusely by now. A man that usually appeared steady and matured now looked rather disheveled. He stared at Madeleine who was fast asleep and shook his head helplessly. “Both of you have given me plenty of trouble. Am I the guest or are both of you the guests?” ‘Oh never mind. You’re my sister after all.’ Quentin was a sister-doting-manic, thus he still got up and carried Madeleine back to her room. Once he had cl