I was so worried that I ran blindly back to my mansion. Nothing must happen to Andy. Rushing in, I met someone in the house. I then discovered it was Richard. He had Andy in his hands.
He was looking very worried as he was trying to wake Andy, whose eyes were tightly closed. I didn't know why the alcohol had such an effect on the boy like that. I thought he should be fine by now.
I moved closer to Richard.
"How is he?" I asked.
Richard looked up at me, and his worried look turned to a furious one.
"I had trusted Andy to you, and you made him take a strong drink? Don't you know he is too young?" He asked sternly.
Richard has never taken that tone with me before. He was really angry.
"I didn't know when he took it, and you should know I wouldn't have deliberately given him alcohol," I
