Raymond chimed in, “How can you be so selfish? Don’t you know Melody won’t last much longer?”
Listening to these words, the last vestiges of hope in my heart vanished. “I told you long ago I’d never give her a kidney. Also, we’ve severed our relationship. From today on, I have nothing to do with you.”
With that, I hung up and blacklisted their numbers. Just as I put down my phone, Dominic’s voice rang from the doorway. “There’s a drinking party coming up soon. Come with me and take the drinks for me.”
I froze for a moment, then quickly shook my head. “I can’t drink too much. I can’t hold my liquor.”
He said nothing and just stared coldly at me. The pressure in that look was overwhelming. I swallowed the words that were on the tip of my tongue and could only nod in agreement.
At the party, people kept toasting Dominic. I could only pick up my glass and take the drinks for him.
My stomach started to churn. Finally, I couldn’t stand still and held onto the table, wanting to vomit.
On seeing this, Dominic frowned and said impatiently, “Go to the bathroom and clean up. Don’t embarrass me here.”
I ran to the bathroom like I was escaping, vomiting for a long time before I recovered. When I returned, the party had already ended.
Dominic was leaning back on the sofa, reeking of alcohol. I didn’t dare ask any more questions, so I just followed him into the car.
The driver suddenly exclaimed, “Mr. Andrews, have you been drinking? You’re severely allergic to alcohol, haven’t you? You almost had an accident last time!”
Dominic closed his eyes and said weakly, “It’s okay, I won’t die.”
I sat in the back seat, feeling a mixture of emotions. Seeing him in pain, I felt bad.
Back at the Andrews Family’s house, I sneaked into the kitchen, found some rice and slowly cooked a small bowl of porridge.
When I knocked on his door, carrying the porridge, Dominic’s face remained grim. He saw the porridge in my hand and wanted to scold me for meddling.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, a knot in his stomach twisted. He could only shut his mouth coldly.
I placed the porridge on the bedside table and whispered, “Drinking some porridge will make you feel better.”
He remained silent for a few seconds. But then he picked up the porridge and slowly drank it.