Chapter 481: Chapter 481: Take Mom Back to the Room to Rest

Melody Marsh met her father’s somewhat stern expression and said in a low voice, "Aunt Helen let me try a little bit."

"Don’t drink any more," Jenson Marsh said in a deep voice.

Melody Marsh nodded obediently. "Okay, Dad. I understand."

Hearing this, Susan Roth said, displeased, "Jevin, that’s not right of you. There are no outsiders here. This is a good opportunity to build up a kid’s tolerance for alcohol. Take Theo, for example. As long as he wants to drink, Old Man Yates and I let him drink as much as he wants."

Jenson Marsh’s tone was cold. "Melody is a girl. She’s not like Theo."

"Girls need to build up their tolerance even more," Susan Roth said, looking at Melody Marsh. "Melody, don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense. Listen to Aunt Helen. If you like it, drink as much as you want. Your dad is just old-fashioned. Who says women are inferior to men? Some girls can drink a ton. It’s all family here today, so don’t be afraid."

Hearing this, Jenson Marsh gritted his teeth. Deep down, he felt more and more that what Renee Jennings had said was true.

’The way Susan Roth was carrying on, she was clearly trying to get my wife and daughter drunk.’

Melody Marsh pursed her lips, not knowing how to respond.

At that moment, Jasper Yates came over holding a wine glass and a decanter. "Jevin, my friend, I was over there waiting to have a drink with you, but the second you show up, you run off to the ladies? Not cool. I’ll have to penalize you for that."

"Exactly," Susan Roth said playfully from where she soaked in the water. "Make Jevin drink three glasses."

Jenson Marsh frowned. He was annoyed by the couple’s behavior, but he couldn’t afford to make a scene right now. "I just came to check on Amanda. That deserves a penalty, too?"

"In that case, since your wife is plying my wife with drinks, shouldn’t you take a penalty on her behalf?"

Hearing this, Jasper Yates’s eyes darted around for a moment, and he chuckled. "Alright. I’ll take a penalty, and you’ll take a penalty. How about we toast to that, brother?"

"Fine." Although Jenson Marsh didn’t enjoy drinking, he was occasionally called out for business functions and was fairly confident in his tolerance; he could handle about half a pint of spirits.

He took the glass Jasper Yates handed him, tipped his head back, and downed it in one go.

"The penalty was three glasses. That’s two more to go!" Susan Roth said.

Jenson Marsh’s expression soured.

Jasper Yates knew he wasn’t the type to play along, so he joked, "One glass is enough. Three? If Jevin gets drunk, are you going to take care of him?"

Susan Roth raised her eyebrows. "I’d be happy to take care of him. I’m just afraid you and Amanda wouldn’t be too happy about that."

"In your dreams. Even if I agreed, Amanda wouldn’t," Jasper Yates retorted. He then turned to Jenson Marsh. "Jevin, the point of drinking is to have a good time, to have fun, not to get smashed. Come on, let’s go over there and drink at our own pace."

Jenson Marsh glanced worriedly at his wife and child, unable to figure out what this couple was up to.

It didn’t seem like Jasper Yates’s goal was to get him drunk, but Susan Roth’s intentions, on the other hand, were painfully obvious.

He followed Jasper Yates to the side and sat down, only relaxing once he confirmed that Amanda Lynn and Melody Marsh were within his line of sight.

Susan Roth opened another bottle of red wine and poured a small glass for Melody Marsh. "Melody, when a girl grows up, it’s even more important for her to know her limits. Drink up, don’t worry. If you drink too much, Aunt Helen will take care of you."

Although Melody Marsh took the wine, she said softly, "My dad told me not to drink anymore."

"Don’t listen to your dad," Susan Roth said in a teasing tone. "He’s just an old stick-in-the-mud. His thinking is just like the older generation."

Amanda Lynn let out a chuckle. "Jevin isn’t really that bad. He’s just always been cautious."

"Yeah," Melody Marsh nodded. "I think it’s actually a good thing that my dad is so cautious."

"Oh, you. You take right after your dad," Susan Roth said, shaking her head in resignation. "You’re still a young girl. You need to be more lively. It’s not good to be so reserved all the time."

Melody Marsh’s lips moved slightly as she quietly retorted, "I’m not being reserved."

"Melody really isn’t that lively," Amanda Lynn said. "But I wouldn’t call it being reserved. Her personality is just more on the calm side."

Susan Roth rolled her eyes. "Why does a young girl need to be so calm? Lively girls are the ones people like. Melody, you stick with Aunt Helen, and I guarantee I can make you more outgoing."

"That’s true," Amanda Lynn said with a smile and a nod. "Your Aunt Helen was the most lively person when she was young."

Hearing that, Susan Roth feigned displeasure. "What are you talking about? Am I not young now?"

Amanda Lynn replied, "You are, you’re still young. I misspoke."

"If you misspeak, you have to take a penalty drink." Susan Roth poured Amanda Lynn another glass. "Drink up."

Seeing this, Melody Marsh frowned. "Are you drinking that much?"

"Is it a lot?" Susan Roth smiled. "It does seem like a bit much. In that case, Melody, why don’t you help your mom with some of it? You two, mother and daughter, can have a toast."

Melody Marsh hesitated. "But Dad..."

"Forget about your dad," Susan Roth’s tone grew impatient. "Just listen to your Aunt Helen tonight, okay? Aunt Helen isn’t going to hurt you."

"It’s okay, Melody," Amanda Lynn said with a smile. "Your Aunt Helen has a point. It’s good for a girl to have some tolerance for alcohol."

Since her mother had said so, Melody Marsh finished the red wine in her glass.

Jenson Marsh saw this from not too far away, and his brow furrowed even deeper.

’How could they let Melody drink so much?’

He stood up, intending to go over and stop them, but his legs suddenly felt weak.

’That’s strange. I haven’t had that much to drink. Why is this happening?’

Jenson Marsh took a few steps, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, and his vision inexplicably began to double.

"Jevin, why are you running over to Amanda again?" Jasper Yates teased with a smile. "You just can’t bear to be away from your wife, can you?"

Theo Yates also chimed in, "Uncle Marsh dotes on his wife. Not like you."

"You little brat," Jasper Yates said irritably. "Who talks about their own father like that?"

Theo Yates made a face.

Jenson Marsh raised a hand to his forehead as an ominous premonition washed over him.

’My gut is telling me... there’s something wrong with the wine!’

’But I drank from the same bottle as Jasper. Why is he fine?’

Jenson Marsh turned his head back, his eyes narrowed, but he couldn’t make out the other man’s expression at all.

Jasper Yates still had a smile on his face. "Jevin, if you want to dote on your wife, wait until you get home to dote on her all you want. For now, sit down and have a drink."

Jenson Marsh didn’t answer him, instead walking toward the hot spring pool on unsteady feet.

"No fun at all," Jasper Yates grumbled, then lit a cigarette.

Jenson Marsh bit his tongue hard, fighting to stay conscious.

He reached the edge of the hot spring pool and, remembering what Renee Jennings had said, told his daughter, "Melody, take your mother and go back to the room to rest."

"So early?" Amanda Lynn asked, surprised.

Susan Roth also muttered aloud, "You can’t be serious, Jevin. You come out to have fun just to go to bed on a schedule? You’re way too controlling."

"Dad, what’s wrong?" Melody Marsh sensed that something wasn’t right with her father. "Are you drunk?"

’But that can’t be right. When Dad gets drunk, his eyes turn really red, and they aren’t red at all right now.’

"Melody." Jenson Marsh’s hand rested on his daughter’s shoulder, his voice low and urgent. "Quick, listen to me. Take your mother and go back to the room!"

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