If at that time she knew what they did to make her go back, would she still have done it? She probably wouldn't even have returned to London.
Su Nian's personality doesn't allow for any sand in her eyes.
So now, she doesn't want to return to the manor, just doesn't know how to face them.
She stood in front of the table, on it, an already opened bottle of vodka, a traditional Russian spirit made from grains or potatoes, distilled to a high concentration of 95% alcohol, then diluted to 40% to 60% with distilled water, and filtered through activated carbon to make the spirit more crystal clear, colorless, and refreshing, which suits Su Nian's current mood.
Just as she grabbed the bottle, the door slammed open, and Yixin walked in wearing pajamas, raising an eyebrow at Su Nian's intention to drink, "Mommy are you going to drink?"
