Chapter 71: Drunk as hell.

She tried to stand, but her legs wobbled beneath her like a newborn fawn taking its first steps. She collapsed back into her seat, her body betraying her, and Henry quickly took the drink from her hand, his fingers closing around the glass like a vice. "God, you're really drunk," Henry muttered, his eyes scanning the pub for help, his voice a mixture of exasperation and compassion. He helped her stand, but she stumbled, her legs like jelly, her body swaying like a willow in the wind. He hoisted her onto his shoulders, And they walked towards the car, passersby gazing at them with a mix of curiosity and concern, Their faces are a blur of features and emotions. "I told you not to go anywhere, didn't I?" Henry said, his voice firm but worried, like a parent scolding a wayward child. "That fucking bastard," Jennifer mumbled, her words slurred and incoherent, her mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions. "Who?" Henry asked, his brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes searching for a