Philip dragged himself back to the Miller Villa, his mind a numb, blank fog.
His eyes burned blood-red, crisscrossed with thick, angry bloodshot, and a sickly, deathly aura of defeat clung to every step he took.
Back at the villa, the whole house was buzzing with last-minute preparations for his engagement party with Amelia. Fresh flowers and wrapped gifts lined every inch of the living room, thick with bright, giddy celebratory energy.
When they saw him stumble in looking like this, every single person in the room froze solid.
Nora was the first to snap out of her shock. Frowning deeply, she stepped toward him.
"Philip, what happened to you?"
"Look at the state you're in! Go wash up right now. Amelia's parents are coming tonight to talk over the engagement details..."
Philip lifted
