Upon entering the house, Vinson saw that the vase on the dining table was shattered all over the floor. Arielle was standing on the side with panic written all over her face.
“Sannie!”
Vinson quickly placed the stuff down and rushed to her side, grabbing her hand as he asked, “Are you hurt?”
Arielle simply brushed his arm off and pointed at the broken vase while mumbling, “Broken... He's broken...”
Vinson examined her hand thoroughly to make sure she was uninjured before breathing a sigh of relief. “It's just a vase.
Don't worry about it.”
Although that vase was an antique worth tens of millions, Vinson couldn't care less about it as long as Arielle was all right.
After all, a vase was nothing compared to
his wife.
Arielle seemed oblivious to what he said and sank to the floor. With a blank look in her eyes, she mumbled, “Broken... He's broken...”
Confused as to what was going on, Vinson knelt down beside her and asked with a smile, “What's gotten into you? It's just a vase! Why are you being so upset about it?”
Tears began flowing down Arielle's cheeks seconds later, much to his surprise.
“Sannie?”
Arielle ignored him and began sobbing while staring at the floor. “I broke Vinson... I broke him...”
After a brief moment of confusion, Vinson seemed to have realized what was going on.
He grabbed her by the chin and turned her head toward him, only to see a blank gaze and flushed cheeks that indicated
intoxication.
How did she get so drunk from such a tiny sip ? I know she said she can't hold her liquor, but this is a little ridiculous...
Vinson waved his other hand in front of her face and asked, “Look at me, Sannie! Can you recognize me?”
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