Someone handed her a warm glass of milk. "If you can't drink, then don't. Alcohol is bad for your health anyway. Here, have a glass of milk instead. You'll feel better after having it."

Bryan's voice was soft and gentle, similar to how a brother would speak to his younger sibling. He knew who she was and was really kind to her.

Olivia smiled at him gratefully, but before she could thank him, Ethan cut in, reminding her, "You have two glasses left." His voice was as cold as his gaze.

Bryan furrowed his brows at Ethan. He knew how much Olivia meant to Ethan, and if the latter took things too far, not only would his actions hurt Olivia, but he would make himself miserable too.

"Fine."

Olivia didn't hesitate as she reached for the second glass of whiskey. The look on her face said that there was no turning back, and she finished the drink in one go. Her stomach felt like it had been punctured by thousands of blades.

Having drunk too much alcohol too quickly, Olivia couldn't