Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 947:

Leif winced at the noise and bent down to retrieve his phone. Before he could say anything, Norton grabbed the wine bottle and started pouring another glass.

“Please stop it. You’ve had enough. Let me get you home,” Leif urged gently. “Your wife is waiting for you.”

“Don’t bring her up,” Norton snapped, knocking back the drink in one rough swallow.

Leif clamped his mouth shut, not daring to push any further.

Norton polished off an entire bottle of wine before he spoke again, his voice dropping to a low, hollow murmur. “Has Yvonne messaged you?”

Leif hurried to check the screen, wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. “No, sir. Nothing yet.”

Norton bowed his head slightly, the dim lighting carving his sharp features into something even more striking. But behind the brooding shadow, there was a taint, bitter loneliness.

it shattered between his fingers. Splinters of glass sliced into his palm, and

panic shooting through his voice. “Let me take you

out to help, but Norton lifted his bleeding hand and stopped him with a single

hard and obeyed, knowing

sat rigidly in his seat, fists clenching so tightly

gripping the wheel and pressing harder on

they parked in the driveway, Norton yanked the door open and stumbled

fumbling with the keys as he

a hard, heavy glare that made Leif’s

front door in tense silence. Leif reached out to

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“Move.