Skye Brown scrambled out of the bathtub in a hurry.
She forced herself not to look at the man in the bathtub.
With great effort, she managed to help Dylan Wellington sit up, leaning against the side of the tub.
By then, all the water in the bathtub had been drained.
She grabbed a clean bathrobe, hastily put it on Dylan, and without having time to tie the belt, dragged him towards the bathroom door.
Fortunately, Dylan's drunkenness seemed to be wearing off slightly at this point.
Although he was still unconscious, he knew to lean his weight on her and stumble forward with her guidance.
"Phew——"
It took the strength of nine bulls and two tigers.
Finally, Skye managed to lead Dylan to the edge of the large bed.
Seeing the bed, the tightly wound string in her mind instantly snapped.
The last bit of strength in her body drained away at this moment.