At the restaurant entrance.
Mia Grant opened the car door, and Ian Sinclair shoved Felix Sinclair inside.
His rough movements made Mia Grant frown.
"Alright, alright, just go and drive." She pulled him away and bent over, ready to get in the car herself.
Suddenly, an arm grabbed hers.
Mia Grant was forced to pull her leg back out of the car. Turning around, she looked at Ian Sinclair strangely. "What are you doing?"
Ian Sinclair jutted his chin toward the front. "You're sitting in the passenger seat."
"..." Mia Grant glanced at the passenger seat and instantly understood what he meant.
She looked down at the young man leaning back in the rear seat with his eyes closed and wore a troubled expression.
"No way. He doesn't look well. He's definitely going to throw up later."
"So let him throw up. It's his car, anyway," Ian Sinclair snorted.
Mia Grant twisted his ear. "What if he chokes on it? He's your brother!"
