"Why are you drinking at such an hour? What''s going on? L asked. As my good friend, she could read between the lines with just that one question, probably tling in the gaps with her imagination.


    I chuckled softly, "Juste over, and we can talk"


    "Sure," she replied before hanging up.


    I knew she was on her way over right then. When she arrived, she immediately started scolding me about the empty bottles scattered around.


    Our bond was undeniably genuine.


    "Wow, you drank this much?" L eximed.All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.


    Looking at the bottles on the floor, I felt a bit dazed. "Isitalot?"


    "Absolutely! Drinking too much is bad for you. Now spill it-why did you drink so much tonight?" she pressed.


    1 then recounted the events of the day.


    "You''re so flustered because of Ethan that you''re here drowning your sorrows at this hour and called me over to keep youpany!" she nearly shouted.


    "Of course! You''re best friend. Who else would I call?" I said with a smile, which made her sigh, looking resigned.


    Suddenly, L''s eyes widened as she asked, "You don''t still have feelings for him, do you?"


    Heaning that question caught me off guard. I thought it over for a moment, remaining silent, my expression betraying my confusion.


    L sighed. "Theard that Ethen got into a huge fight with his grandfather recently, and itnded his grandfather in the hospital."


    She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you think it''s because of Leah?"


    That name jolted me awake, shaking off the haze of alcohol. "Who cares why it happened?1 again would mean treating him as a stranger.


    none of our business," I replied. I had told myself that meeting him


    After drinking and chatting with L for a while, I felt a lot better, but I couldn''t quite remember what happened afterward,


    Now, lying in bed with the sun shining bright outside and birds chirping, I rubbed my temples. I must have gotten drunkst night. I went to thetchen to brew myself some hangoverte. Taking a sip made the lingering smell of alcohol fade abir. 1 decided to take a shower, change clothes, and prepare something to eat. After a satisfying meal, I found myself thinking about the question L had asked me. Did Estill love Ethan?


    I hadn''t answered her, and even now, I couldn''t find the answer for myself


    Suddenly, my phone buzzed with an iing call. I nced at the screen and froze. It was the phone number of Jan''s attendant.


    I had no desire to get involved with the Grayson family, so I let the call ring through without answering. It seemed the caller figured that out; instead of calling again, he sent a text message "Ms. Wiley, Mc Grayson Senior would like to m


    ham to want to see me now


    ke to meet you at tron


    I noted at the Knowing Tan, he wouldn''t want to meet me without a good reason. He''d always looked down on me from his high perch, so what could prompt Was it just about a meal!


    But the culture surrounding a dinner could be quite profound.


    I doubted be simply wanted to take me out for a meal, he probably wanted to discuss something else


    As for what that might be


    Perhaps it was, es L suggested, about Leal After all, he had just gotten out of the hospital and wanted to meet me. What else could it be about?