"I'm not drunk."
Javier Sinclair stepped forward, grasping their hands with an expression of utmost sincerity. "Father-in-law, Mother-in-law... I am perfectly sober." As he spoke, he glanced at them and offered a respectful bow.
"My respects, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law."
Witnessing this, Noah Grant and Elara Eastwood took a synchronized step back. They exchanged a glance, looking as if they had just seen a ghost.
Elara fared a bit better, maintaining a relatively composed demeanor, though she was still visibly baffled. "Look, there must be some sort of misunderstanding here!"
Despite her words, her tone betrayed a hint of unease. She wondered, "Did this mighty expert really drink too much? Is he just spouting deadpan nonsense now?"
As for Noah beside her, he looked outright horrified when Javier bowed to him, his entire body radiating rejection.
He frantically waved his hands. "No! Get back... back... back off..."
