If he lost his sense of taste because of drinking alcohol, he should have noticed when he drank it, the taste of alcohol is quite strong...
"Alright, don't keep that frown on your face, it'll make you unattractive." Just as he was speaking, Oliver Moreland walked in from outside. When Henry Moreland saw him, he waved him over, "Take Olivia back; seeing her so upset is making me feel down as well."
Oliver's gaze shifted slightly towards Olivia Yorke, his tone indifferent, "I came back to get some documents; I have an important meeting later."
"Just postpone it; when you hold meetings is up to you, right? I'm already this sick, what's wrong with you helping me take Olivia home?" Henry insisted stubbornly.
Oliver looked at his elder brother, a strange glint in his eyes.
"If you don't help me, I'll tell Mom that you upset me, made my condition worse. Mom really dotes on me now, and if I get worse, she'll be heartbroken. Could you bear to see Mom sad?"
