Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 180

Bailey could be called a real whizz at domestic chores. He used to whip up meals for me quite often.

It had been a while since I last tasted his cooking I guess trying it again wouldn’t hurt.

“All right, my folks will be back soon. Why don’t you start cooking so we can all eat together?” I set down my cello, stretching my stiff shoulders and

orms.

Bailey nodded and headed downstairs to cook while I went and had a relaxing bath, looking forward to a good night’s sleep after dinner.

By the time my parents returned, Bailey had prepared a few homely dishes that smelled delicious. My mom invited him to join us, but he declined.

“You should head home and get some rest then.” I said.

“Okay” Bailey looked at me, seeming like be wanted to say something, but ended up just sighing helplessly before leaving

I’ve been feeling pretty laid back recently, lazing around doing nothing much. After dinner, I went upstairs to bed, picked up a book, and began to read.

It wasn’t until Alicia appeared at my bedroom door that I thought I was hallucinating.

Alicia came in, shutting the door behind her and locking it.

“Ali, what brings you here?” I tossed the book aside, asking in surprise.

“Neil’s been injured. Stella called your driver to let you know. Didn’t you get the message?” Alicia sat down by my bed, “She and Mitch are at the hospital now, too scared to inform Neil’s parents, and they can’t let the media find out”

I was taken aback, “Neil is hurt? Is it serious?”

“It’s pretty bad. That’s why I came to tell you,” Alicia sighed heavily, “He’s got a head injury and needs hospitalization.”

I was shocked. How did Neil end up getting hit on the head?

me wasn’t going to

rest and stop drinking so much” I

have asked me to find you. We all don’t want any more issues between you and

stubborn; he

Neil had insisted on tormenting himself like this, it was not going to be the last time, and I couldn’t always be

a

favor? Right now, it seems like you’re the only one who can get through to him. He refuses treatment and won’t take his medicine or get his shots.” Mitch pleaded desperately, “I understand this may cause you trouble, but we really don’t have any other options. I don’t dare to inform his parents right now”

in coldly. “It’s his own damn fault.”

for me. Neil and I have been good friends for many

tone and remembering how I stood Neil up a few

now, I can’t guarantee

when you get here!”

‘Are you still planning

few days ago. This is one of the indirect reasons he’s been drinking heavily. Plus, Mitch seemed like

looking concerned about my

came downstairs, we found Sean there too, chatting over

to be getting along

a late–night snack; he promised he’d

be Stella, possibly

of mine going with

that it was just going to be the four of us, my parents immediately relaxed, “All

“Okay” I agreed.

Once we got in the car, we headed straight

quite a few blood stains on the white hospital bed. The smell of alcohol mixed

head; he was lying on his side with blood flowing onto the pillow, staining it

you’re here!” Mitch’s eyes

to stir a bit when he heard

the bed. After carefully examining his wound, I asked, “How old are you? Still getting drunk and getting into fights, you’re the only son your parents

blood still stained his long, thick eyelashes.