"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.

opened the lid, lifted the bottle, and gulped it

his throat all the way to his stomach. The scenes where they were together became clearer

Can you answer my question now? Have you

happy, that I could cure the wounds on your back as well as your stomach

gentle and kind-hearted. All her wishes were

blowing outside. He gulped down the whisky in frustration, wondering where she was

eyes, his pain kept hitting his jumbled mind. Each second seemed to be

so difficult to find a

sat while drinking the alcohol for a whole night, waiting

he missed her greatly, Ivan picked up the stomach medicine from Jennifer. Staring at the small bottle in his hand, he had mixed feelings. The dawn broke the day. Ivan's heart was occupied

believe that she had gone without

pinched the medicine bottle. Her

anymore. What was the point even if his stomach trouble was

eyes were full of ice. He pinched the bottle with all his strength and crushed it, which he had been holding for

pills scattered. Some rolled under the sofa, some rolled between the mats, and 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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