Borton furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his son's pupils dilated and was slightly out of focus even though the latter was standing right in front of him. He noticed that his mouth was slightly opened but his chest was not the one that heaved.
"Is something wrong? Are you a friend of his?" asked Borton.
"Huh?" Russel immediately regained his focus before he nervously shook his head, "N-No, not at all."
He turned around before looking at the wine glass in his hand that was given by his own cousin. The red color of the wine brought unease in his heart before he decided to indulge the taste of it with a harsh gulp.
Sophia smirked as she looked at him making his way toward the group of Crown Winners who naturally welcomed him with opened arms. The victory was hers the moment he decided to drank the wine she gave him.
