This was the first time Emily had entered the Jackson family since the matriarch’s accident.
Because Mr. Jackson had once said that it was just an accident.
Therefore, even though the servant was a little surprised to see Emily, her appearance did not cause much noise.
Sarah first took her to the backyard and took a sightseeing bus to the place where they could have a view of the flowers and rockeries.
The lake was completely filled up, with flowers, plants, and trees growing on it. They were all newly planted.
It would still take years for them to be lush. The scenery was quite different from what it had been.
Everything was changed.
“Well, I brought you here. Shouldn’t you come with me to see Manson?”
Worried about her son, Sarah wished that Emily would go immediately.
Emily’s gaze was retracted from the site of the pond, and her tightly clenched fingers loosened.
“Alright,” she said indifferently.
The sightseeing bus turned around and headed towards the Tamron Pavilion where Manson lived.
Manson had indeed been drinking heavily these days, and Sarah let him go because Mr. Jackson was not at home these days.
“Where’s Manson?” Sarah asked as she walked in.
The maid immediately replied, “In the room.”
Sarah glanced at Emily and took the lead upstairs.
Emily ignored the surprised gaze of the maid and followed behind her.
Sarah went upstairs and pushed open Manson’s door.
The moment she opened the door, the smell of alcohol rushed into his nose, causing everyone to feel slightly drunk.
To say that Manson was drunk for her, Emily did not believe it.
For someone like Manson, women were no different from clothes.
He only missed it when he couldn’t get it.
Sarah walked in and saw him lying on the bed.
In these days, even the maid did not dare to approach him.
He was either drinking or sleeping, and when he woke up, he continued drinking.
He was completely decadent!
Everyone thought that Manson was so dispirited that he didn’t go to the company because Hunter had been appointed CEO.
Chances were that the news had already spread out. Although Mr. Jackson was not at home, he must know about it.
Sarah felt a little helpless and walked over, wanting to take the wine bottle from Manson’s hand.
Unexpectedly, he was woken up by the shock. He snatched the bottle back and lifted it up to drink.
However, the bottle was completely empty. He drank for a while, but didn’t get a single drop of wine. He was immediately enraged.
“What are you still waiting for? Bring me wine!”
Sarah forcefully pushed the empty wine bottle in his hand over and casually threw it aside.
“Son, look who’s here.”
“No! Bring me back some wine!” Manson’s voice was hoarse, his hair messy, and his chin stubbly.
This was the first time Emily had seen such a dispirited side of this noble young master since she met him.
It seemed that Hunter’s appointment as president had dealt him quite a blow.
However, she did not have a good impression of Manson, so she did not feel distressed when she saw his awkward appearance.
Sarah felt extremely distressed. Seeing Emily’s expression, she felt uncomfortable.
She had no ways. Only she herself loved son so much.
She pushed Manson and said softly, “Manson, don’t you want to see Emily? Mom brought her here for you, look.”
“Emily?” Manson slightly opened his eyes and looked in the direction where Sarah pointed.
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