Silas’s POV
“C’mon, man! You cannot keep doing this to yourself,” Dorian encouraged watching me down the rest of the whiskey I was holding.
For the past few days, I've just been restless. I even asked my staff to take some breaks. Because right now, nothing makes sense to me anymore.
“You should be working on getting back on your feet and not just drinking away your sorrow,” Ethan added, both of them staring at me.
“And why does this sound like you both are trying to tell me you are tired of me?” I stared back at them, trying to pick another bottle of alcohol.
Quickly, Dorian snatched the bottle away from me, setting it aside while staring back at me with mean eyes.
“If that's what you think, then yes! That's it! What happened to that strong man who encouraged us when our busin
