"What?" Grace Yakov blinked slightly in surprise as she looked at Ella Jackson leaning in her arms.
She wanted to continue asking, but Ella Jackson was already too drunk to make sense, with her responses mismatching the questions.
"Quick, help her up, let's take her back first, we can talk when she wakes up," Grace Yakov hurriedly signaled the butler to come forward, and together they helped Ella Jackson into the car.
Throughout the ride, Ella Jackson kept talking nonsense.
One moment she remembered who she was, the next she had forgotten even that—she just kept insisting someone leave, talking about being worthy or unworthy, feeling dirty, and other such things.
Grace Yakov supported her personally, frowning more deeply the more she listened; in her mind, she recalled the first time she encountered Ella Jackson.
Back then, it seemed Ella had just been crying, her cheeks still wet with un-wiped tears.
Seeing her, there was a moment of mischief.
