"I don't want to drink," Amelia Wytte began, refusing without hesitation.

"Amelia Wytte!" Nicola Clinton's voice rose a bit, and her face sank.

"After being locked up for such a long time in Laura Kent's half mountain villa, Amelia Wytte's body is in serious deficit. He specifically instructed the doctor to prescribe the medicine for tonight.".

"What? I don't want to drink, can you force me to drink?" Amelia Wytte continued to sneer at him.

Looking at his pale face and bloodless lips, Nicola Clinton's inexplicable heart softened, and the already accumulated anger suddenly subsided.

"He put some bowls together and said, 'Really not drinking?'"

"No?"

"So you want me...