Both Old Mr. Bailey and Isabelle seemed to be intoxicated, but Isabelle could still walk on her own.

Upon taking a look at them, John turned around and ignored them.

Seeing John and William, Isabelle called out in a weak voice, "John."

In that case, John couldn't pretend that he didn't see them. Walking over, he helped support Old Mr. Bailey and inquired, "Why did he drink so much?"

Since they were close friends, Isabelle directly passed her father to John. Panting, she replied, "They are heavy drinkers, while I am a light drinker, so my dad drank on my behalf most of the time." When the elevator door opened, they got in together.

John remained silent because the Baileys made a fuss when he divorced some time back then. Therefore, he was disdainful of them. Moreover, he was feeling unwell after consuming lots of alcohol, so he didn't want to talk to them.

Upon entering the elevator, Isabelle directly leaned against the wall and fell into silence, apparently feeling uncomfortable as well.

Reaching the first floor, John helped Old Mr. Bailey get out of the elevator.

William directly went into his car, while John helped Old Mr. Bailey get into his car.

Immediately after that, Old Mr. Bailey's stomach started churning as he vomited everything out into the car.

Isabelle was stunned for a moment and rushed over. "Dad, are you alright?"

Old Mr. Bailey became sober after vomiting, so he straightened his body and waved his hand, saying to John, "Ignore me. Please go back first. I'll have to get my car washed."

John offered by saying, "Why don't you come into my car? I'll send both of you home first. You can tell your chauffeur to get the car washed."

Old Mr. Bailey shook his head. "I have to go there personally."

Gazing at John, Isabelle explained, "This car was gifted to my dad by my mom, so he isn't willing to buy a new car after so many years. This car has to be serviced every now and then." John had heard about it before. Although this car was outdated, Old Mr. Bailey would only use this car every time he went out.

Hearing that, John nodded. "I envy the love between Old Mr. Bailey and his wife."

Old Mr. Bailey put on a smile and said to Isabelle, "Perhaps President Constance could send you home first. I'm feeling much better now. After getting the car washed, I'll go home." Since her father appeared to be alright, Isabelle shifted her attention to John, who had no choice but to say yes as he nodded. "Okay."

Since Old Mr. Bailey had his chauffeur with him, he should be safe.

Moreover, John and William came to this place in their own separate cars.

Seeing that Isabelle was about to enter John's car, William, who was still there, said, "Miss Bailey, why don't I send you home instead? John has consumed more alcohol than I have, so please let him go home first."

Isabelle was startled by his words as her expression was filled with embarrassment. "I don't want to trouble you."

"It's no trouble at all. It'd be nice to have a drive at night." Before Isabelle could reply, William said to John, "Go back first since you have drunk a lot. Tell the cook to get you some hangover tonic before sleeping."

Pausing, John took a look at his father and suddenly understood something. With a nod, he replied, "Alright." Following that, he turned to Isabelle. "Please go home in my dad's car. My body smells of alcohol now."

Of course, Isabelle couldn't shamelessly say otherwise, so she nodded and flashed a smile at him. "Alright, sorry for troubling both of you."

Turning around, she opened the car door and entered William's car.

After getting into his car, John started the engine and left the place while observing William's car through the rearview mirror.

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