Holden's emotions became more complex. He was left feeling bewildered because he had no idea why he was blocked.

This was the first time he had been blocked, and he felt somewhat lost, unable to comprehend the situation.

Growing increasingly anxious, Holden decided to call Ariana. After a brief wait, the call was finally answered, and he heard rustling noises on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" came a faint voice. Ariana's voice sounded slurred, and it seemed like she had been drinking for quite a while.

“\..Are you drinking again?" Holden furrowed his brows and shot a question. It was already late at night, and Ariana was drinking, which made him worried.

"N-no. I'm not drinking," Ariana replied. Although she denied it, her voice clearly showed that she had consumed more than just a little bit of alcohol. Her words were slightly slurred, and she sounded somewhat inebriated. She continued, "Who are you?"

Holden scoffed.

"You don't even recognize my voice anymore, and you're saying you haven't been drinking?"

“So, who are you then?" Ariana persistently inquired in her inebriated state.

“Well... Holden began to speak but then stopped himself."

He realized that for Ariana, he didn't have a_ straightforward identity to claim. Holden was uncertain about how to present himself.

After a moment of silence, he finally said, "I'm your online follower and Melon's fake dad."

"I don't know who that is," replied Ariana. Her words were still slurring from the effects of alcohol.

Holden sighed and asked, “Where are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Ariana mumbled something about a riverbank and then mentioned a nearby building before abruptly hanging up.

Holden didn't even have the time to confirm the location she had mentioned. Feeling helpless, he let out a long sigh again. In the end, he decided to rely on himself and used the location hints she had given. He finally found a bar, grabbed his car keys, and drove there immediately.

When he arrived at the bar, he looked around to find Ariana. His eyes then landed on a small figure slouching over a table that had more than five empty bottles.

Seeing Ariana unprotected in the middle of the bar, Holden couldn't help but feel a hint of anger. It was strange for him because he didn't understand why he felt that way. He looked at Ariana, who was too intoxicated to recognize anyone, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Did this woman have absolutely no sense of danger?

She dared to drink so heavily when she was out alone, and this wasn't the first time.

As he approached Ariana, Holden's anger dissipated. He gently tapped her forehead and said, “Stop drinking. Let's go home."