She wasn't just saying that. She had drunk plenty of similar wine at The Ashworth Residence, and after drinking it for a while, her body would feel even more comfortable.
As the aroma of the wine wafted to his nose, the old man cleared his throat. "Very well. For your sake, I suppose I'll give it a try."
The words had barely left his lips before Rosalind Reginald could even react. In the next instant, the old man had snatched the wine glass from her hand, leaving her at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.
The old man sniffed it with satisfaction before slowly taking a sip. The light in his eyes deepened. 'Good wine. Drinking it fills my body with an indescribable comfort. It's incredibly refreshing.'
"Dad, how is it?" Rosalind Reginald asked with a smile.
