Even after three glasses of wine, Matthew did not appear the least bit affected.
On the other hand, the boy who took the lead was already swaying a little. After all, the alcohol content of
red wine was not negligible.
Looking on, Minerva was gobsmacked.
Here she was, thinking that Matthew’s limit would be a single glass, yet she was proven wrong.
Nonetheless, he had already consumed three glasses. How much longer can he hold on? she mused
as she shot a look at the two other boys.
Immediately, the two other boys rushed over, asking to drink with Matthew.
Each of them consumed three glasses with him.
Yet, he was still completely fine while the boys, on the other hand, were swaying.
Just like that, Minerva stared at him and she was utterly befuddled. Just how much can he drink?
Suddenly, Matthew raised his glass and announced, “Well, you’ve finished drinking to me and now, I
shall drink to you! Come, gentlemen—have three more glasses each!”
As they wobbled in place, the boys’ expressions changed.
There was no doubt they would fall unconscious if they drank any more than they already had.
Quickly, Minerva interjected, “There’s no need to drink so much, Matthew! You’ve all had your fun and
that’s quite enough. Come on, everyone; let’s eat!”
However, Matthew only replied to her, “But they’ve only had three glasses each, while I’ve had nine. I
may have had my fun, but have they? Since I’m hosting them, I have to entertain them properly.
Otherwise, word might spread that we Cunninghams are terrible hosts!”
Sasha chuckled as she nodded. “You’re absolutely right, honey. It’s imperative that we treat Minerva’s
guests well so that we don’t embarrass her. Come, boys—have another glass! I thought you agreed
whoever stops first is the loser. None of you want to be the loser, right?”
Annoyed, the three boys announced viciously, “F*ck it! We’re not afraid, so let us drink till we die!”
With a cold smile on his lips, Matthew proceeded to toast each of them with three glasses of wine.
Just like that, he had downed twelve glasses, while the boys had downed six each.
Suddenly, one of them immediately sprinted outside to throw up while the other two passed out.
By now, each of the boys had consumed more than half a gallon of red wine.
As Minerva surveyed the scene, she roared, “You’ve crossed a line, Matthew! How could you get my
friends so drunk on their first visit? Look at them!”
However, Matthew replied with a sneer, “They were the ones taking turns trying to outdrink me. How
have I crossed a line when they went against me three to one? If the three of them combined couldn’t
outdrink me, that only means your friends are trash. Surely you’re not going to blame their loss on my
high alcohol tolerance?”
Minerva stared at him tongue-tied.
In the end, the boy outside even started to vomit blood.
With no other choice, the Cunninghams could only call them an ambulance and have the boys taken to
the hospital.
Minerva angrily followed them to the hospital but before she left, she warned, “Watch your back, Larson!”
However, Matthew did not care.
In all honesty, he thought he had been very polite tonight.
Otherwise, the boys would have fared much worse than being sent to the hospital.
While he truly didn’t mind that they stayed for dinner, harassing his wife was another matter altogether.
…
After dinner, Tate left with Joanna.
Although Sasha tried to stop her cousin from taking the motorcycle, he wouldn’t listen and merely roared
his merry way out of the gates.
Helplessly, she turned to Helen. “You have to talk to Aunt Chloe about this, Mom. Tate doesn’t have a
driver’s license and he’s breaking the law by going about like that. He’s going to get into a lot of trouble if
something happens to him!”
However, Helen answered with a blank expression, “Surely not! He’s just having fun riding bikes and
that’s normal for kids his age. You’re making a mountain out of a molehill!”
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