Penny hung her head low ever since she sat down and her tears poured without stopping. She was in grievance and did not wish for her mother to be like that either. However, there was nothing she could do about it.
Meanwhile, Hayden was attempting to drown his sorrow with Eugene’s company. North furtively poked Brian as he approached the man. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Brian glared at him. “Eat your food or you’ll get it from me.” “You won’t do anything to me.” North was not afraid in the slightest. Brian giggled. “North, why don’t we bet on something? The loser will have to finish this glass of wine.”
While saying that, he filled half of the glass with wine. Although that amount would not make him drunk, it was still enough. After looking at the glass, North teased, “I don’t think you’ve ever won against me.” ‘That’s none of your business. Are you down for it?” asked Brian.
“Why not? Bring it on!” North gladly accepted the challenge. Their gamble drew everyone’s eyes at that instant. Ellen proposed, “How dare you bully my grandson! If North loses, he’ll have one glass, but you gotta down three.”
“Sure,’ responded Brian. Eugene and Olivia exchanged looks as they were curious about what Brian was up to, considering how he had never won against North in a bet.
Brian’s gaze swept across everyone. Suddenly, he stretched out his arm and unclenched his palm to reveal a garlic. With a smile, he announced, “I can finish this garlic in thirty seconds, but you can’t.” The others fell into silence.
What kind of bet is this? North was equally dumbfounded. “Is this all you’ve got, huh?” Brian retorted, “It doesn’t matter what kind of bet it is. The loser has to admit his defeat or he must drink it.”
North pouted his lips. “Well, eat it! I’ll drink after you.” Indeed, Brian actually threw the garlic into his mouth. Chewing and gulping it down, he could feel the fire burning down his throat as if he had drunk alcohol. Meanwhile, North held and brought over a glass of wine with his tiny trembling hands. I would rather drink than eat garlic.
Even Ellen found the situation funny. “North, don’t drink it. Your uncle is messing with you. You’re still young. You’ll get drunk after finishing that big glass of wine.”
“No. I’m going to make him drunk.” He shook his head before looking at Brian. “Is it my turn to challenge you?” “Yup. After you drink that,” responded Brian. Olivia piped up, “North, what if you’re drunk? You won’t be able to give him the question then.”
Eugene pulled her. “He’ll be fine. It’s only a little.” Olivia knew that North would be fine, but he would feel uncomfortable after getting drunk nevertheless. Eugene leaned toward her to whisper into her ear, “Our son might just take after your alcohol tolerance.” She smiled. “I built up my tolerance. It’s not something gifted.”
“Trust your genes,” Eugene replied. While the couple were still debating whether such talent was genetically related or required training, North already finished that half glass. of wine. He seemed to be fine as he licked his lips to savor the taste. “It’s tasty!”
His response put everyone into a trance. North looked at Brian. “I’ll ask you a question. If you answer correctly, it’ll be my loss; but if you can’t give me the correct answer, it’s on you. How’s that?”
He nodded. “Fine by me.” “Considering your IQ, I’ll give you an easy one,” mocked North. Brian glared at him coldly. “We’re a family! Are you dissing your own IQ as well? Hurry up.”
“I take after my parents, not you!” retaliated North.
