Elliot carried Sophia all the way into the third-floor bedroom. He put her on the bed, changed her into pajamas, smoothed her hair, kissed her, and murmured to himself, "Sophy... perhaps, we have a deeper connection." Elliot went downstairs ten minutes later. By this time, Samuel had already bought the women's clothing, so he asked him to put it aside. It was impossible not to do the livestream, but they didn't have to do it tonight. Sophia was already asleep, and he did not want to wake her up. Hamish looked at the two men on the floor, feeling that the atmosphere was somewhat strange. "What's wrong with you guys?" Chase looked at Elliot. "Does Sophia behave like this every time she gets drunk?" Elliot replied, "Yes, her alcohol tolerance is pretty low. She becomes clingy when she drinks too much, but she won't remember it the next day." Chase's fingers trembled, and he asked again, "What did Gilbert mean at the funeral when he said she wasn't a member of the Shaw family?"
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