Chapter 917

Jonah and I were led into a lounge where a staff member quickly brought Jonah a new bathrobe and took his wet clothes to dry. Jonah slouched on the couch, and his head slowly dipped. It was clear that he was drunk. His body slid down the couch uncontrollably. I should get him some chicken noodle soup to help sober him up. I helped Jonah sit up and laid him across the couch. I even placed a trash bin next to him, just in case. Then, I quickly left the lounge and asked a staff member to bring me the soup. She nodded attentively and left. I returned to the lounge and went to the sink to soak a towel in warm water. I was focused on soaking the towel and didn't notice someone entering the lounge. Thinking it was the staff member bringing the chicken noodle soup, I casually said, "Just leave it on the coffee table." I didn't hear a response, likely due to the sound of water running. However, I didn't think much of it. I quickly wrung out the hot towel in my hand, ready to go outside