Zachary glanced at the wine glass and asked anxiously, “What kind of medicine is this? Do you have some kind of private grudge with Timmy? Are you going to kill him when he’s at his worst?”

Jonathan had never been so speechless in his entire life.

He looked at Zachary blankly and replied coldly, “It’d be better to let him sleep than to let him go bonkers.”

Zachary laughed awkwardly. It turned out to be sleeping pills.

He immediately expressed his apologies and gave Jonathan a thumbs ...