Cyril didn't know how he got home; he locked himself in his room, his mind repeatedly flashing back to Viviane's furious gaze and that test report.
When he realized Viviane had misunderstood him, he felt a wave of panic and discomfort like never before.
He instinctively wanted to explain and make her believe him.
But Viviane didn't give him a chance at all...
"Stop drinking! Don't you know what's wrong with your stomach? Are you trying to send yourself to the hospital?" Jessica snatched the wine bottle from Cyril.
Since he got the call, Jessica had been in a state of disbelief.
How had his best friend ended up like this?
Cyril slumped on the sofa, muttering to himself, "You don't understand..."
Jessica sat down too, "I don't understand what could have turned you into this! Do you e
