Breaking Free from the Ex-Husband

Chapter 184

Everyone knew that if Heriberto kept drinking, it would end up causing trouble for all of them. So, they all silently agreed to leave before things got out of hand.

In the end, only Heriberto and Brogan were left at the dinner table.

Heriberto drank two bottles of white wine by himself, while Brogan didn’t have a single sip.

Seeing him about to drink from the cup, Brogan quickly stopped him.

“Mr. Hale, everyone left, we should go too.”

Heriberto always tortured himself like this, and Brogan actually felt pretty bad about it.

He always knew, Iris was a good wife, a good daughter–in–law, but to what extent she was good that Heriberto couldn’t let go, he wasn’t sure.

“Are they all gone?” Heriberto looked around and smiled, “Then I’ll drink by myself.”

He just grabbed the bottle and started chugging it, Brogan couldn’t stop him, after all, he didn’t dare to fight with Heriberto.

There was no way, Brogan had to go out and call Megan.

Back in the private room, Heriberto was still drinking.

When the alcohol in the private room ran out, he shouted for someone to bring more drinks.

Brogan naturally didn’t let Curtis drink anymore, called him and got

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ready to leave.

refusing to leave and kept mumbling about wanting

all, his injury wasn’t fully healed yet. What if they hurt him again

soon he just plopped down

went to touch him, and

Obviously not completely drunk.

an hour, someone

it

Mr. Hale, so you guys go back first,” Katrina told

just stood there,

then gently placed her hand on the back of his neck, softly stroking the back of his head and

asked me to pick you up and

know which action or which words of hers triggered

head, and his misty, teary eyes gradually looked towards Katrina in

rto.

never seen him look

by the whole world, helpless and sad to the extreme, it’s just

how

was really

he would never show this appearance in front of

called out to him,

“Ira!”

kept flickering, then he excitedly rushed over and hugged Katrina, “Ira, is it you?

and hugged him tightly, patting his back gently,

and Curtis stood

I was wrong.