Jorge Saxton caught up with Lydia Brooke, whose face remained indifferent as water, and the two went upstairs.
Lydia poured a glass of water for Jorge, "I called you up here because you drank, and I don't want you to drink and drive. Consider it repayment for your sister saving me."
Jorge's eyes deepened, "I understand. Lydia, don't attend those kinds of gatherings anymore. Not every time will be so lucky."
Lydia smiled lightly with a hint of sarcasm, "When you're at a dead end, what other choices do you have?"
"You're not at a dead end, I'm behind you. You just need to give me a call, and I'll help you solve everything." Jorge said as he drank, his voice somewhat low.
Lydia looked at Jorge, "You really have a short memory. On my most desperate day, that day, you probably forgot, thanks to you."
Jorge pressed his lips, "I'm sorry."
