Chapter 859: Is this... my dad?! (1)

Inside the door, no one responded.

Ivana Bennett knocked again, but still, no one paid any attention.

"Miss!" the old butler came over, handing her a card key, "His Grace has been drinking all night. Please go in and persuade her. I don't know what happened, last night, they had another big argument."

"I'll go in and check."

Taking the card key, Ivana Bennett swiped open the door, gently pushed it open, and walked into the room.

Inside the room, the light was dim, the Duchess sat on the sofa, pouring alcohol into her mouth.

The woman, who always had her hair meticulously combed, now had her clothes wrinkled and stained with wine on her chest, and her hair was in disarray.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her complexion was pale without a trace of color, yet her cheeks bore a sickly flush...

On the coffee table in front of her, several empty bottles of varying heights were placed, one of which only had a little red wine left.