Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 660

Hearing Ben's words, Amber immediately got out of the room and walked to the study.

Arriving at the door of the study, Ben pointed in. "Miss Reed, Mr. Farrell is there."

Amber nodded, looked inside, and saw Jared.

Jared was sitting on the ground with his back against the desk, motionless. With his head lowered, Amber couldn't see the expression on his face and had no idea whether he was asleep or awake.

Amber pursed her red lips and walked in, gradually seeing what he looked like.

Jared's clothes were wrinkled, with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. The neckline of his white shirt was stained by wine, and even his hair was messy. He looked as scruffy as a tramp.

Seeing this, Amber got worried.

When she reached Jared, she was overwhelmed by the strong and pungent smell of wine.

Amber frowned slightly, tried her best not to wave her hand, squatted down, and lifted Jared's head.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be asleep.

Amber gently patted his face and shouted worriedly, "Jared? Wake up!"

Jared did not respond.

Amber put her hand before Jared's nose and was relieved when seeing that he was still breathing.

Behind Amber, Ben was also observing Jared. He said, "Mr. Farrell must be drunk."

Amber nodded. "You're right. It's no wonder he's drunk after drinking so much wine, but fortunately, it is red wine with low degrees. Otherwise, he would have died! "

Thinking of the wine bottles she saw when she came in, Amber was both worried and angry.

Amber was worried about Jared's body and angry that he drank so much wine without caring for himself.

Ben sighed. "Mr. Farrell always drank spirits like whisky and cognac before. However, he suffered from alcohol poisoning and was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage. Lady Georgia almost died in fear, so later, she took away all the spirits from Mr. Farrell and forbade the winery from sending any spirits to him. Mr. Farrell also felt guilty for scaring Lady Georgia, so he didn't buy those spirits anymore. Since then, he only bought wine."

"I see." Amber nodded.

"But…"

Ben was a little hesitant. Seeing this, Amber put Jared's head on her shoulder and asked, "But what?"

Ben rubbed between his eyebrows. "Mr. Farrell drinks wine today to drown his sorrows. In the past, with the spirits, he could forget everything for the time being. But now, with low degrees, wine is not enough to numb himself, so Mr. Farrell resorts to self-mutilation."

"Do you mean he didn't self-harm before?" Amber looked down at the man in her arms.

Ben nodded. "Yes. Mr. Farrell began self-harming since he was stopped from drinking spirits."

"I see." Amber bit her lower lip and then put Jared flat on the ground. "Ben, please help me check if he has any injuries, and I'll cook some soup for him."

"Okay." Ben nodded and stepped forward to check on Jared.

Amber straightened Jared's messy hair, then got up and walked out of the study to the kitchen.

Then, only Jared and Ben were left in the study.

After Ben checked Jared for injuries, Ben helped Jared up, put him on the sofa, and looked at him with a sigh.

According to Jared's tolerance, Jared shouldn't have been drunk after drinking red wine.

The reason why Jared was drunk must be that his heart couldn't bear it.

Otherwise, Jared would have injured himself, instead of sitting on the ground unconscious.

Ten minutes later, Amber walked in with a bowl of sobering-up soup.

Seeing Jared on the sofa, she put down the soup and asked Ben, "How is he going? Did he self-harm?"