Chapter 187 I''m Drunk


    Nate''s POV:


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    With a sneer at the corners of my mouth, I looked at Lily, who was unconscious on the floor. Her


    body was covered with wounds, and her dress was stained with blood. I smiled with satisfaction as I


    stared at the misery and degradation before my eyes.


    I heard footstepsing closer. I looked up and saw that it was Rita and Susan.


    Thetter nced at me, her body trembling like a leaf. Susan looked away from the bloody scene


    in front of her and clutched Rita''s arm tightly.


    Rita caressed the back of her mother''s hand and reassured her, "Mom, it''s okay. She deserves it."


    She helped Susan to a chair. Then, she walked up to me and held up my hand.


    The sequins on Lily''s dress had scratched the back of my hand, making it bleed.


    "Why do you have to do it yourself? It''s not worth the trouble. Look at you. You''ve hurt yourself."


    Rita looked at me with pity. Without another word, she fetched the first aid kit and treated my


    wound.


    I could not help but recall the past as I gazed at my daughter, who was bandaging my hand. I often


    said harsh words to her for Lily''s sake. And now, I regretted it.


    "Is she dead?" Susan asked, terrified.


    "I''ll call 911. It''ll only cause us trouble if she dies here." Rita closed the first aid kit and calmly took


    out her phone to call the emergency hotline.


    A few momentster, the siren of the ambnce came from outside the vi. The bodyguard then


    carried Lily, who had been lying on the floor like a ragdoll, out.


    Rita pulled Susan up and then turned to me. "Mom and I will go to the hospital and keep an eye on


    Lily. Dad, do you want toe with us and have your wound checked?"


    I waved my hand in refusal.


    Once they were gone, the vi fell into dead silence again.


    I looked at the mess in the room. My eyes fell on the nude photos scattered on the floor, and I felt a


    headacheing on.


    She was barely a B-list celebrity. How could she betray me?


    I unconsciously clenched the armrest of my chair. It aggravated the wound on the back of my hand.


    Blood oozed out of it, staining the gauze red.


    Beep. Beep.


    My phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence.


    I took out my phone and saw that I had received an email.


    My eyes widened in shock when I saw the subject. "The DNA result shows that there is a parent-


    child rtionship."


    The result of the paternity test was totally different from the one Rita had given me.


    In a fit of anger, I stood up abruptly. My chair got knocked over, and the sound of it echoed in the


    house. I was so furious that my anger beclouded my reasoning.


    "Rita, how dare you lie to me?!" I roared.


    I picked up the car key, rushed to the garage, and drove to the hospital.


    Scarlett''s POV:


    It was now time to get off work. As I walked out of thepany, I saw Charles waiting for me across


    the street. Although the area was bustling with people, I recognized him at a nce because of his


    handsome appearance and excellent demeanor.


    Several women were staring at him not far away. For some reason, I was a little ufortable with


    the way they were looking at him.


    At that moment, Charles walked towards me and offered, "Scarlett, let me drive you to the Moore


    mansion."


    I shook my head in refusal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the women, who had eyes for


    Charles, turned around and left dejectedly. I felt happy deep inside.


    But I immediately caught myself. What was I doing?


    So what if some women had a crush on Charles?


    "What''s wrong?" Charles worriedly asked, seeing that I was lost in thought. It was only then that I


    came to my senses. I raised my head and saw that he was leaning over to me and looking at me


    with concern.


    We were so close that our breath intertwined with each other. Not only that, the atmosphere


    between us had suddenly be warm and romantic.


    I looked away. "I want to go home now."


    Charles pursed his lips and looked me in the eye. "Don''t you want to go to the Moore mansion and


    see our son?"


    Our son?


    I was stunned.


    There was "our" in the past. Not anymore now. There was no need for me to get close to him, even


    if it was because of James.


    Instead of asking more questions, Charles changed the subject. "I heard that Lily had a


    miscarriage."


    "What? How could it be?" I asked, bewildered.


    "Rita had made trouble between Nate and Lily and manipted Nate into killing the baby," Charles


    replied in a cold tone.


    Without waiting for my response, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the car. "Enough about


    her. I''ll drive you back to Garden Street."


    "You don''t need to drive me back yourself. J will drive me home." I withdrew my hand and


    walked quickly to the parking lot.


    Charles jogged to catch up with me. Then, he stopped in front of me and asked, "You don''t have to


    avoid me even if we really divorced."


    "Even if? We have divorced!" I corrected him.


    Charles opened his mouth to speak, but his phone suddenly rang.


    "It seems that you have something to do now. I won''t hold you up any longer." I smiled politely and


    walked past him.


    But just after taking a step, he grabbed me with one hand and answered the phone with the other.


    Charles only said a few words over the phone then hung the call up.


    Judging from his words, I figured that it must have been Spencer.


    I took the opportunity to withdraw my hand. "How could you decline your friend''s invitation? Don''t


    waste your time on me. Go and meet with Spencer. Maybe he has something important to talk to


    you about."


    Charles''s eyes darkened. "Aren''t you afraid that something will happen to me when I get drunk?"


    "Oh,e on. You''ve been drinking a lot with him and David all the time. If something were to


    happen to you, it would''ve happened already," I retorted.


    Charles fell into deep thought. After a moment''s silence, he promised, "I know. I will restrain myself


    from drinking with them in the future."


    I looked at him in a daze. He did not seem to understand what I had meant. Nowhere in my


    sentence did I ask him to restrain himself from seeing his friends.


    "Drinking too much isn''t good for me and our family. Scarlett, have you calcted how many days


    we can be together in a year?"


    I forced a smile. "No. I haven''t calcted it, and I don''t think I will. Just go."


    Charles''s face turned dark and gloomy. He took a step closer to me and asked aggrievedly, "Do you


    hate me that much?"


    "Yes," I answered without missing a beat. Fortunately, J had finally arrived. I pushed Charles


    and opened the door of my car.


    Once I was seated, I cast a nce at Charles, who was looking at me with a gloomy face, and then


    ordered J, "Go to the Moore mansion."


    Charles usually would not go back to the Moore mansion after drinking. I might as well go and see


    James while Charles was away.


    Charles''s POV:


    I stood frozen in the spot as I watched Scarlett''s car drive away.


    That woman was so cruel.


    Even though I knew that there was nothing I could do about our situation, I clenched my jaw in


    exasperation.


    As I did not have anything else better to do, I decided to meet with Spencer.


    I arrived at the meeting ce several minutester. Just as I was about to enter the private room,


    the door opened from the inside and Vivian stormed out with an angry expression.


    In the private room, Spencer was sitting on a high stool and drinking alone sullenly.


    With a sigh, I walked over and sat down beside him. "What happened?"


    Spencer jumped at me excitedly. "You''re finally here! Listen to my story and tell me what you think."


    I pushed him away in disgust. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don''t touch me." "Vivian


    said she was short of money, so I immediately lent her some. I didn''t ask her to pay me back right


    away, but she insisted that she''d make a living through singing in the bar." Confusion was written all


    over Spencer''s face as he spoke.


    I leaned back on the sofa and answered casually, "You can fire her if you want. I''ll just hire someone


    else to be your private doctor."


    Spencer was silent.


    His silence amused me. Of course, I knew that he did not want to fire Vivian at all.


    At that moment, the door opened yet again. This time, it was David who came in. "Charles, didn''t


    you say you wouldn''te here today?"


    "I nned to apany Scarlett, but she refused."


    "You deserve it!" David eximed.


    "Where is Cathy? Why aren''t you apanying her?"


    "Well... she threatened me with her resignation if I kept on pestering her."


    I sighed heavily. No wonder we were friends. We were all miserable when it came to courting a


    woman.


    After several rounds of drinks, Spencer and David were still drinking nonstop. I, however, was


    starting to feel bored. I missed Scarlett. I would rather be with her than be with these idiots.


    All of a sudden, something urred to me. I put down my ss and asked, "Spencer, call Richard


    and ask him to pick me up."


    Spencer looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Why don''t you call him instead?"


    "How can I? I''m drunk. Also, tell Scarlett that," I said with a sly smile.


    Spencer was taken aback. He pointed at my nose and remarked, "You''re so cunning! You want to


    take advantage of Scarlett''s trust in me!"


    I merely shrugged my shoulders at him. I handed my phone and asked, "Are you gonna call him or


    not?"


    Spencer and I stared at each other for a moment. In the end, he conceded.