Chapter 333

There was a brief silence on the line—probably because Assistant Chen had stepped away from the others to talk to me more privately. I waited a bit before hearing her whisper, “Something’s off about Mr. Smith tonight. He’s been downing drinks non-stop—white liquor mixed with red wine. I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen. You think you could come over and check on him? He barely ate anything; I’m worried his stomach won't take it.” Hearing it was just a drinking issue, I felt a little relieved. As long as this wasn't an update from Henry Smith himself about our divorce, I could handle it. I took a sip of water, trying to suppress that tiny knot in my chest, then replied in an indifferent tone, “He’s a grown man. He should know his limits. You’re there—so I feel more comfortable. Once the dinner wraps up, just get him some hangover meds or something.” Before she could talk me into anything, I hung up. I didn’t want to risk changing my mind. But just as I started to drift off—may