Chapter 1897

In the early hours of the morning, Harold woke up with a splitting headache. Last night’s drinking had definitely gone overboard. As he got older, he realized he couldn't handle booze like he could in his younger days.

Finding himself still at the dining table, he glanced around at his friends sprawled out in all sorts of awkward positions, still lost to the world. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the sight.

A waiter came in and offered, “Mr. Aldridge, we've got guest rooms ready if you'd like to use them...”

Harold waved him off with a grin, “Nah, let them crash on the floor. They’re not bothered by a little cold.” A bit more shut-eye wouldn’t hurt 'em.

As he got to his feet, a nagging feeling hit him—something was missing from his pocket. His brow furrowed as he reached in and confirmed what he feared: the vial was gone.

“If there's nothing else, Mr. Aldridge, I'll head out,” the waiter said, ready to leave.

“Hold on a second,” Harold called out.

“Is there something else you need, Mr. Aldridge?”

“What about those two youngsters?”

“Youngsters?” the waiter asked, confused. “You mean the young master and miss? They took off last night.”

“Those little rascals...” Harold muttered, now sure that Fiona was the one who snatched the vial. Alec wasn’t the type for such antics.

“Alright, got it,” Harold said, dismissing the waiter with a wave. If they left last night, then by now, those two must’ve had their little adventure with the potion.

With that thought, Harold floored the gas pedal. As he pulled up to the estate, the maids were surprised to see him back so early.

“Mr. Aldridge, what brings you back so soon?” one of them asked, noting the barely risen sun.

“No time for chit-chat. Where are Fiona and Alec?”

“They went straight to their rooms after getting back last night...”

Before the maid could finish, Harold was already taking the stairs two at a time. She watched him go, baffled.

What’s gotten into Mr. Aldridge?

Harold barged into Fiona’s room to find her fast asleep in bed, with Alec slumped over at her bedside. Both were still caught up in their dreams, not yet stirring.

“That little rascal...” he muttered, seeing Fiona’s mischievous streak was a dead ringer for her mother. He spotted the empty bottle on the table and shook his head with a sigh.

He tried ringing William, but of course, William was unreachable on a flight.

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