Chapter 89 Wiped Clean
Charles shot her a look, "Do you have any idea how pricey this bottle is?"
Diana, tipsy but not dumb, widened her eyes and pointed at the shattered glass on the floor, "Yeah, it's expensive, but you broke it. How's that my fault?"
Seeing her all riled up, Charles found it kind of funny and added with a hint of annoyance, "Yeah, I broke it. It's so pricey, I'm not getting you another one. Just drink up, finish it, and get out."
Diana took a second to process his words, then muttered with a bit of glee, "Oh, the bottle I dropped counts as my drink. That's good."
Normally, preparation would be needed for this kind of fancy red wine. But Diana was in a rush to finish it and didn't have time to savor it. No matter how expensive or good it was, to her, it was just a lot of wine that tasted awful.
Before she could finish the bottle, Diana bent over and puked on the carpet. Her stomach was empty, so it was mostly wine, not too gross. But the carpet got a big red stain that looked tough to clean. Feeling dizzy, she whispered, "Sorry, sorry, I made a mess."
When she looked up, her eyes were a bit red, and her face was getting flushed. This wine was strong. Diana only remembered she had to finish it, so she struggled to lift the bottle with both hands and drank with her head tilted back.
She wasn't really drinking; more like "pouring." Half of it went down her throat, and the other half spilled on her. The red wine soaked through her clothes, making her shirt cling to her body, showing off her figure.
Charles silently watched her waste the wine while drinking it. After finishing one bottle, Diana was dizzy and unsteady, but there was still one bottle left. The alcohol made her emotions go wild, and she suddenly felt a bit sad. Her nose twitched, and tears started to fall.
Diana cried quietly, holding the bottle and taking small sips. Occasionally, she'd whimper a bit when catching her breath. Charles knew she was drunk and asked, "Diana, do you know what you did wrong?"
Diana's eyes slowly looked at him, but they were misty and unfocused. "I know."
Her voice was hoarse, almost unpleasant, like it was squeezed out of her throat.
Charles asked, "What did you do wrong?"
"Everything," Diana replied.
They went over the same conversation again. Even though Diana's mind was slow, she remembered to apologize. So she added, "I'm sorry."
After that, Diana kept gulping down the wine. When she finished the bottle, she slammed it on the table, making a loud noise.
"I finished it, Mr. Percy, we're even," Diana said.
Charles stared at her face and casually responded. Hearing his reply, Diana covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom to puke. Vomiting wasn't pleasant, but she felt like she was dying and didn't care about her image. Her head was spinning, her body was weak, and it felt like her soul was floating out of her body. She was so tired.
Charles listened to the sound of flushing inside but didn't see anyone coming out. He frowned, stood up, and knocked on the door. "Diana?"
No response. Charles's heart skipped a beat, and he turned the doorknob. Luckily, Diana hadn't locked it. Inside the bathroom, she was curled up on the floor, hugging her knees, not moving.
Charles bent down and touched her shoulder, and she collapsed like a pile of blocks. Charles felt a moment of panic and lifted her up, only to find that Diana was as light as a feather.
Charles shouted, "Jacob, call the family doctor!"
Jacob jumped at Charles's shout and rushed to get the family doctor. 'Can drinking really be that dangerous?' he wondered.
Diana lay limp in Charles's arms, her breathing shallow, making him nervous. "Diana, if you die in my house, I'll make sure the Spencer Group goes bankrupt," he warned in a low voice.
Diana frowned, and his words seemed to get through. Charles continued, "I'll scatter your ashes so you can't even meet your mother in the afterlife."
That did the trick. Diana's eyes snapped open, and she saw Charles's face, hearing his harsh words.
Realizing she was in his arms, she immediately pushed him away. Seeing her wake up, Charles put on a stern face and snorted, "Pretending to faint won't work here!"
Diana was furious now. She clenched her fists and shot back, "I wouldn't dare faint, afraid Mr. Percy would think I'm dead and have me cremated, then scatter my ashes."
She hadn't actually fainted; she had just dozed off. Charles's loud voice had woken her up with a pounding headache. Jacob brought the family doctor up in a hurry. Seeing both of them standing there fine, he sighed in relief.
The family doctor, sweating and out of breath, looked around and asked, "Mr. Percy? Who's sick?"
Charles pointed at Diana. The doctor took a closer look and realized it was Diana, who had recently divorced. He was a bit surprised but kept his professional demeanor. "Ms. Spencer, are you feeling unwell?"
Seeing the doctor approach, Diana took a big step back. "Don't touch me!" She was still pregnant, and if the doctor found out, the fate of her child would be out of her control.
Charles didn't expect such a big reaction from her. He was just trying to help, but she seemed to reject it. His face darkened, "If you don't want to be checked, then don't. This is my house, show some respect to my doctor."
Diana snapped back to reality, but the alcohol made her thoughts a mess. She could only follow Charles's words and apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
The family doctor nodded, "It's okay. You seem to have drunk too much. I have some hangover medicine here."
Diana took the medicine but didn't take it, just mechanically nodded, "Thank you."
Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Jacob and the family doctor retreated. Diana stood there, pinching her thigh to clear her mind for a moment. "Mr. Percy, I've finished the wine. It's late, so I won't stay any longer. I hope you keep your promise."
After speaking, Diana turned to leave but felt her tone was too harsh, so she added, "I'm sorry, Mr. Percy, I was wrong. I'm drunk, I respect you, I'm sorry."
By the end, her words were slurred. Diana didn't wait for Charles to respond and left, holding onto the wall. Her stomach was empty, but the aftereffects of the alcohol were hitting hard. She could only walk by holding onto things as the world spun around her.
Diana squatted down, fumbling for her phone, and randomly dialed a number from her contacts. "I'm at Charles's house, come pick me up."
Before the person on the other end of the line could respond, Diana put her phone away and continued walking along the wall. Charles followed her from a short distance. When there were only a few steps left, Diana's left foot slipped, and she tumbled down, alarming the nearby servants.
But seeing Charles not far away, no one dared to help her. The Percy Mansion was carpeted, so her fall was cushioned and not too heavy, but her stomach started to ache faintly. Charles restrained his urge to step forward. He just stood on the stairs and watched her with a cold face.
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