Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 778

"Whiskey?" Jude was slightly taken aback and quickly shook his head. "It's impossible to have alcohol at home.

"My father is quite fond of drinking, but because of his health, he had to quit drinking. Joel and I were worried that our father would see good alcohol and couldn't resist the temptation of drinking, so we took away all the alcohol from the mansion and gave strict instructions to forbid anyone from drinking alcohol in the estate.

"We don't even allow the bringing of alcohol bottles in here."

Jude and Joel had really done a lot of hard work to make sure Alfred quit drinking.

"Could it be that my dad's alcoholism is acting up again? He wouldn't be drinking in his room secretly, would he?" Jude's face fell.

"That cannot be!" He walked briskly to the room at the end of the hallway. "Don't be so anxious, Commissioner Kaufman," Yolanda said quickly.

"What if it's true that Old Mr. Kaufman had started drinking again? If you barge in like this, you'd alert him now, wouldn't you?"

"S-So what do we do?" Jude stopped in his tracks and started slowing down.

What Yolanda said had made a lot of sense.

"I'll examine Old Mr. Kaufman first. If he recently did consume alcohol, it would affect his numbers. If he had recently drank a lot of wine, I'd be able to tell. Then, we can discuss our plan after that."

"Thank you, Ms. Henderson." Jude tried to control his expression and knocked on Alfred's room door.

"Come in." Alfred's voice was heard from the inside. He sounded weak, feeble, and downtrodden.

Jude opened the door and walked in with Yolanda.

Alfred was leaning against the head of the bed with a chess notation book in his hand.

His face was ashen, his eyes were sunken, and his forehead was tightly etched into a frown. He looked haggard.

Right after, she released Alfred's hand and said, "You haven't been in a good mood recently huh, Old Mr. Kaufman?"

Alfred merely sighed in reply.

"You're not in a good mood, Dad?" Jude inched closer to Alfred and asked, "Who made you upset?"

"It's nothing." Alfred shook his head. "I'm just not in a good mood."

"Don't keep secrets from me, Dad!" After hearing what Alfred had said, Jude's anxiety grew.

"What's the use of telling you that?" Alfred was annoyed with the questions, so he frowned and waved his hands. "Don't annoy me now, and that will be you doing me a huge favor."

Alfred had encountered something he wasn't able to resolve, and that had ruined his mood, but he didn't want to tell Jude about it.