The assistant said from the side, "Mr. MacQuoid, think about it carefully. What exactly happened today? Why are you suddenly unable to speak?"
The little assistant spoke carefully as well. He had been with Adam for three to four years, so he knew that Adam's temper was unpredictable. He would treat him well if he was in a good mood, but he would occasionally hit and scold him.
It was already two o'clock in the morning, but Adam could not sleep peacefully.
He lay on the sofa, surrounded by staff and trembling doctors.
They had already done a night of physical examinations, but they could not find the reason.
He carefully recalled what happened at the venue of the cocktail party today.
Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something and took out his phone, typing vigorously.
"At the venue of the cocktail party, a pill-like object was suddenly shot into my mouth. I accidentally swallowed it, and after I did I couldn't speak anymore."
