Chapter: 704

Her heartfelt thanks to Norah showed how much the gift had moved her.

Norah, glass in hand, toasted Elsa. "We're all family here; no need for formalities. Being part of the Wilson family, I look forward to everyone's support. Thank you."

She quickly finished the glass of alcohol in one gulp.

Setting the empty glass down, she said, "I'm not one for fancy words, but I wish you a very happy birthday."

Iker and Hank watched as Norah finished her drink. Despite her cheeks turning a shade of pink, she managed to wish Elsa well with a clear mind. Both were visibly surprised.

Hank had retrieved a bottle of potent liquor from his collection for the occasion. It was the type that even his father would savor slowly and cautiously.

Yet right before everyone, Norah had swiftly drained a full glass!

Norah clasped her head and eased into her seat. "This liquor packs quite a punch."

Hank, upon hearing her, couldn't resist a smirk. "It hails from my personal collection, Norah. Don't fault me for failing to warn you.

It possesses quite the kick. You've imbibed now; later, you may find yourself struggling to maintain your balance."

Norah glanced upward, her complexion tinged with a rosy hue, her gaze veiled with a misty haze.

“Attending a family member's birthday celebration fills me with joy.

A few glasses of liquor pose no harm, especially within the confines of the manor, where I am surrounded by those who hold me dear."

With alcohol tinting her lips a deep crimson, Norah seemed on the verge of inebriation, a fact not lost on Iker.

"Uncle Iker!"

Norah took it upon herself to pour a generous glass of liquor, raising it in a toast to Iker. "Throughout the years of my absence, I've been truly grateful for your unwavering support. Without it, Gilda and Chayce wouldn't have managed my father's property so adeptly."

Acknowledging her gratitude, though undeserved, Iker couldn't help but feel a swell of pride.

"We're all kin here. We must lend a hand when needed. The family ought to look after each other. Outsiders often have ulterior motives."

"Your assistance has been invaluable. Please, do join me in this drink, Uncle Iker."

Before anyone else could react, Norah swiftly consumed the contents of her glass, her movements betraying a slight unsteadiness.

“Why aren't you drinking, Uncle Iker? Am I not worth your company?"

Iker hesitated, grappling with conflicting emotions. If he indulged in this glass, he'd surely find himself succumbing to a midday nap.

Feeling the warmth of his niece's fervent gaze, he clenched his jaw and swiftly emptied the entire glass in one gulp!

“Well done, Uncle Iker!"