Chapter 87

"Me? Drunk?" Shirley pointed at herself innocently, trying to piece together what had happened. After a moment, she recalled the events at the bar—someone had spiked her drink. Her expression darkened, and she immediately checked her body for any signs of harm. Feeling no discomfort, she let out a small sigh of relief. So, Benjamin saved her. Arthur spoke seriously, "Mrs. Blackwood, you represent the Blackwood family. You mustn't act so recklessly in the future." Arthur didn't know what had really happened. He had smelled the strong scent of alcohol on Shirley and seen Benjamin carry her into the house, so he thought she got drunk. "I understand. Thank you for your advice, Arthur, and I apologize for the trouble," Shirley nodded sincerely and apologized. Her respectful attitude eased some of Arthur's displeasure. Without saying more, he reminded her to rest and left. After Arthur left, Shirley went into the bathroom. Unease gnawed at her as she removed her shirt to check hersel