Chapter 340

"Achoo-"

Tarquin was in the middle of sipping his whiskey when he suddenly sneezed.

Keaton, with a teasing glint in his playful eyes, quipped, "Sounds like someone's talking trash about you."

Tarquin ignored him, didn't even spare him a glance, and continued to drink.

He kept pouring himself drink after drink until he was flat out drunk.

Slumped against the couch, he closed his eyes and yanked at his tie, looking downright miserable.

"Tarquin," Keaton called out to him several times to no response.

Once it was clear he was out cold, Keaton turned to Lowell and asked, "What in the world happened today? Why's he so down in the dumps?"

Keaton chose his words carefully, saying 'down in the dumps,' not 'mad.'

Keaton knew the difference between when Tarquin was sad and when

not anger,

scratched his head, clearly puzzled, "I'm not

anything

Elijah, no wait, it actually starts with Ms. Thorne..." Lowell recounted the day's

wanting to call Elysia 'mom,' the argument fueled by Elijah's split personality with Tarquin, and Tarquin wanting to meet Elysia's kids, which led

being rushed to the hospital, waking up to slap Tarquin, and Tarquin being sedated and stripped by Elysia...

talked about privately, I have no clue. All I know is after Ms. Thorne left, Tarquin was alone at the gazebo smoking, and he already

then asked, "Elijah's

head,

mused, "It must have been mentioned. Only the topic of Elijah's mother could've hit Tarquin

Elysia in the gazebo, were you? That might have been when

And to get so worked up about it!"

want his own mom

exasperation, "I'm just as clueless, man.

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