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...