Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 224

"Why are you drinking at such an hour? What's going on? Lyla 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, "Just come 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?" Lyla exclaimed.

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.

the

of Ethan that you're here drowning your sorrows at this hour and called me over to keep you company!" she

Who else would I call?" I said with a

"You don't still have

that question caught me off guard. I thought it over for a moment, remaining silent,

a huge fight with his grandfather recently, and it

voice dropping to a whisper.

off the haze of alcohol. "Who cares why it

replied. I had

I felt a lot better, but I couldn't quite remember

latchen to brew myself some hangoverte. Taking a sip made the lingering smell

now,

call. I glanced at the screen and froze. It was the phone number

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

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