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Hiram Greenwood wouldn't be this impolite; at the very least, he should have rolled down the window and greeted her.

Forsythia Brown opened the car door with a puzzled look, only to discover that there was no one in the driver's seat.

This...

Forsythia couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Hiram, are you counting rabbits?

It's clear that Hiram doesn't care about the drunken president anymore.

This man can't be allowed to stay in the car when he's drunk; it's too dangerous.

Helplessly, Forsythia had to open the rear door again and do her best to drag the man out of the car and support him.

Due to the commotion of the dragging, the man finally woke up, and seeing it was Forsythia, he immediately smiled and called out 'Viola.'

This smile seemed to dye everything with the glow of the moon.

Once before, Forsythia had seen him smile like this, on that night when he had been drunk and she had coaxed him into getting a tattoo.

Is he... really drunk?