Chapter 230 A Strange Feeling

• Henry Hushton pushed my arm away impatiently, blocking the light from my phone. "It's nothing, probably just a stomach issue. A drink will fix it," he said dismissively.
• I furrowed my brow, wanting to show concern but unsure how to express it. "You know about your stomach problem, yet you still drink. Are you trying to harm yourself?" I asked coldly.
• Ignoring me, Henry Hushton headed towards the house. "Nylah Scott toasted me, how could I refuse a drink? If I don't drink, will you eat me?" he retorted.