"Go home," he said to Finnley indifferently. “Leave me in peace.”

"Will you... go to work tomorrow?" Finnley asked tentatively, "Shall I adjust your schedules? You need a good rest."

Ivan didn't answer, feeling as if the next day was too far away from him. He didn't have the energy to think about it.

Finnley could understand how he felt. "Ok, I know what to do. Please take care, Mr. Marsh. I'll keep you updated.”

Ivan didn't reply, and Finnley left.

He closed the door. Ivan stood up and locked it from the inside. Then he pulled out two bottles of whisky from the wine cabinet, sitting in front of the window.

His eyes were full of anger. Recalling every moment he spent with Jennifer in the past few days, he felt his heart was torn apart by grief, which he had never felt so in his life before.

Probably, since he encountered Jennifer for the first time seven years ago, he had loved her to the core.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

a cup, Ivan opened

liquid brought the burning sensation from his throat all the way to his stomach. The scenes where they were together became clearer and clearer in

Can you answer my question now? Have

you. I don't know when it started. Probably from the moment that I wished you could be happy, that I could cure the wounds

always gentle and kind-hearted. All her wishes were about him and for

gulped down the whisky in

kept hitting his jumbled mind. Each second seemed to be a year

so difficult to find

alcohol for a whole night, waiting for Finnley's call. He had no intention of

Staring at the small bottle in his hand, he had mixed feelings. The dawn broke the

had gone without telling

pinched the medicine bottle. Her kindly reminders reechoed in his

she wasn't beside him anymore. What was the point even

bottle with all his strength and crushed it, which he

some rolled to the window. All were gone. About eight empty bottles were placed on the coffee table. However, Ivan didn't think he was

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