"You... you... you..."
Sir Lucero felt as though he fell right into the trap Ronan set for him.
Abigail's gaze shifted, her lips slightly curled. "No need for more medicine. You just can't drink alcohol after this."
"Okay, I won't." Sir Lucero nodded, "Abby is right."
Jaeden also nodded repeatedly, "Mrs. Lucero, I will keep an eye on Sir Lucero from now on."
Abigail couldn't help but correct him lightly, "Just call me Abigail."
"No, no, I couldn't possibly address you so informally!"
Ronan's lips curled as he changed the subject. "If you and grandfather didn't conspire together, how come he can still drink alcohol?"
"I promise I won't make the same mistake again!"
"Oh, by the way!" Sir Lucero suddenly remembered something and pulled out a delicate wooden box. He opened it to revea
