Chapter 1936

Jordan woke up with a pounding headache.

He overdid it with the booze last night. Not young anymore, he couldn't drink like he used to.

Glancing around, he saw everyone sprawled across the table, passed out. He chuckled.

A waiter stepped in. "Sir, we've got guest rooms ready."

"It's fine. Let them sleep on the floor," Jordan said, standing up.

He felt his pocket and frowned. The vial was gone.

"If there is nothing else, I'm going back to work," the waiter said, heading to the door.

"Wait."

"Sir?"

"Where are the kids?"

"Kids?"

Jordan rubbed his temples. "I mean the two teenagers."

"You mean Mr. Osborne and Miss Houston? They left last night."

"Little brats."

Jordan was sure now.

It must be Lillian who had swiped the vial. Solomon wouldn't bother with something that dumb.

"Got it," Jordan said, waving the waiter off.

If they left last night, they would probably have already tried the vial by now. At the end of the day, it was William's fault for bringing it in the first place.

Jordan left the private room and drove to the Potter Mansion.

Knowing Lillian, she would want to try the vial first, and Solomon always followed her lead.

Jordan floored it, anxious.

When he got to the mansion, the maids were stunned to see him barge in so early.

"Sir, you're back."

"Where are Lillian and Solomon?"

"They came back last night and went straight to their rooms."

Jordan stormed upstairs and pushed open the door to Lillian's room.

The maids blinked in confusion.

Inside the room, Lillian was fast asleep on the bed. Solomon passed out beside her, his head resting on the edge.

They were both lost in a dream.

"That little punk!" Jordan muttered, shaking his head.

Lillian's mischievous streak was just like Debra's. He spotted the empty vial on the table and sighed.

Losing no time, he called William, but the call wouldn't go through because William was on a plane. Newest update provided by find✦novel.net

Jordan sat down on the bed, watching Lillian and Solomon sleep. His mind drifted to a dream he'd had a while back.

In it, all his regrets played out.

The dream was just his heart's way of working through things. It showed him what mattered most in his life.

When he woke up, he knew what he had to focus on: the Potter family, the weight Andrew carried, and raising the next generation, just like Andrew had raised him.