Wallace sneered, his eyes burning with intensity.
"I'll get the best doctors to treat your son. I'll also compensate you. Name your price."
Evelyn's expression remained serious.
"I don't need money."
Wallace turned, grabbed a bottle of red wine from a cabinet behind him, and placed it on the table.
"If you're serious about talking to me, chug this."
"But..."
Evelyn's expression grew grave. She was in a difficult position.
She didn't handle alcohol well, and downing an entire bottle of wine would likely leave her unable to think clearly.
If she got drunk, she risked being taken advantage of.
"Do you mean you won't drink it? Then there's nothing to talk about."
Wallace waved his hand dismissively, his tone sharp with anger.
"Fine, I'll drink it!"
Evelyn hesitated for a moment be
