Chapter 770 Can We Reconcile Tonight

Just as William was about to reach for the third glass, Lyle couldn't bear to watch him continue to harm himself and reached out to grab his hand. He knew the root of the problem lay with Emelie, so he called out, "Emelie." Emelie laughed out loud. "You won't drink. He can't drink. Does this mean that I should drink?" She stood up and surveyed the drama that had unfolded this evening. Beathan and Bryan never genuinely intended to apologize to her. Whatever purpose they had for this elaborate setup was unclear to her. She was too agitated to think straight. As for William… William… She snatched the third glass of wine that William had been reaching for, raised it in a toast to the room full of schemers, and drained it in one gulp. Then, she casually tossed the glass onto the coffee table. It rolled in an arc, eventually falling off the table and landing on the carpet without breaking. "Mr. Swanson, thank you for your hospitality tonight. The wine was excellent, and the show was