Eason heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of Roger. When he stopped in front of him, he grabbed his arm tightly, panting. "Roger, why did you come out at this late hour? Do you know how worried I was?"
"I'm fine," Roger replied with a smile as if he had returned to his previous gentle self, but there was something about him that was completely different from before.
Eason patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go back to the car first. I’ll be right there."
Roger nodded before he took a deep look at Lola and left with a gentle smile. Eason watched him leave from behind until he completely disappeared from his sight. After hesitating for a while, he said to Lola, "Roger… He… he's not doing well lately."
"Eason, can you make it clearer?" Lola asked, her face becoming solemn. She had been
