Chapter 624


    The three of them were equally good at drinking. But Charlie was the first to pass out, and Billy was still


    drinking and kicking Charlie.


    Using alcohol to numb his sorrow was making the matter worse. He got more upset in the end. He


    leaned back and stayed motionless.


    The culprit was still smoking. Charlie’s eyes teared up because of the choking smoke. "Didn''t you quit


    smoking a long time ago?"


    "I can''t help myself," Mark uttered a short sentence in a hoarse voice.


    "It seems that no one could read the ‘Smoking can kill you’ warning sign on the cigarette packs.”


    Charlie smiled.


    Mark said nothing, took out another pack of cigarettes, and lit up again.


    While Billy was still in a ckout, his phone rang. It was Sherman calling. So Charlie picked it up and


    talked to her briefly.


    "I will send this Billy home. You have also drunk too much, Mark. I will find a DD (designated driver) for


    you." Charlie was about to make the call.


    "That won''t be necessary. Do I look drunk to you?" He


    flicked out the ash.


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    "It is better to find a DD. Just listen to me." Billy had had too many sses of cocktails and cked out.


    So Charlie brought him and left, leaving Mark alone in the private room.


    The absence of noise in the private room allowed him t o think ever more clearly. He stubbed out the


    cigarette, got to his feet, and left.


    It was 11:00 pm when he left. But the traffic was still busy even though there were fewer pedestrians on


    the streets.


    He still had one too many. Sitting in the backseat of his car, Mark kneaded his forehead with his


    shapely hand while the DD drove him back to his apartment.


    As the car came to a bend, a boy, who might look only about ten-years-old, darted out into the street.


    The DD panicked for a moment before he came to his senses and mmed on the brake. The boy


    froze in ce, like a deer caught in the headlights. There was the screeching sound of the tires, and


    then the boy was sent flying into the air before falling to the ground. Blood, a lot of it, dyed the tarmac


    red.


    When Harry got the call, he rushed over with only a simple piece of shirt on him, his face turning blue


    from the cold.


    unpredictable.


    "Call thewyer and ask him toe," Mark said to Harry.


    "What about you?" "I am going to the hospital."