With surprising precision, Rosalynn had already cut the shoe in half.

“I'm performing a vasectomy on Brian. As long as he's sterilized, he can't impregnate another woman."

Brian was left speechless

He had witnessed drunken people crying inconsolably, but never had he seen someone perform a symbolic vasectomy.

An unsettling sense of danger washed over him.

Brian vowed to never Let Rosalynn drink to this extent in the future.

"Well, you've successfully completed your operation. Come here and have some water."

Brian, trying to swallow his anxiety, took the mutilated shoe from Rosalynn's hand and guided her to sit on the sofa.

With a satisfied smile on her radiant face, Rosalynn took the glass and gulped down more than half of the water.

Seeing her compliant demeanor, Brian gradually composed himself.

Rosalynn yawned and stood up.

“I'm so sleepy. I'm off to bed.”

Brian caught her and said, “Take a shower first, then you can go to sleep, okay?"

Rosalynn turned her head slowly, a glimmer of confusion clouding her intoxicated eyes.

“Who are you? Why are you in my home?"

Brian couldn't believe it.

Apparently, she was so intoxicated that she didn't even remember him.

“Rosalynn, I'm the one you love the most."

Rosalynn tilted her head and gently brushed his chin.

“Are you my grandpa? Why don't you have a beard?"

Brian was at a Loss for words.

After drinking, people often blurt out their truths. So it turned out that the person she Loved most was her grandfather.