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They’de up with a way to dodge Patricia’s lectures. Every time Henry got drunk, they’d call his girlfriend, Alicia, to pick him up and drop him off at home. That way, Patricia wouldn’t tear into them.
But tonight, Alicia just wouldn’te; she totally refused to pick Henry up.
With no other options, the guys kept trying to pawn the job off until they ended up drawing straws to decide who would take Henry home.
Unlucky, Bill, who’d just tried calling Alicia, ended up with the short straw. He looked thoroughly annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.
Bill muttered under his breath, ‘What a pain. But I’ve got no other choice!
He hailed a car by the curb, helped Henry inside, and jumped in after him.
Henry and his folks didn’t stay at the Yates Manor anymore. They’d picked up a vi over at Bloomfield Estates, right in the development area, a quick hop from the bar they’d been hanging out <i>at</i>.
In just twenty minutes, they arrived.
Bill stepped out of the car, took a deep breath, and gathered his nerve before finally ringing the doorbell at Henry’s ce.
The maid opened the door, and Bill practically handed Henry off to her. “He’s totally drunk. Get him settled in to sleep it off. I’m heading out.”
Bill barely finished his sentence before hurrying away.
Henry was so wasted that he was out cold. The maid nearly dropped him when Bill handed him over.
Good thing Patricia and Cameron were just chatting in the living room; they rushed out as soon as they heard the maid freak out.
Cameron managed <i>to </i>catch Henry, while Patricia looked furious, seeing her son in such a mess.
Patricia gritted her teeth, fuming. She wondered, ‘Ugh, he’s probably been out with that Alicia again, drinking.
She’s still in school.
‘How does she end up dragging Henry out for drinks all the damn time? I’m about to blow a fuse. No way am I ever letting Henry marry her!
Since Alicia was always the one dropping Henry off, Patricia automatically assumed he’d been out drinking
with her.
In Patricia’s mind, Alicia was nothing better than one of those club hostesses, just some girl who hung around sleazy bars. Patricia looked down on her, through and through.
Patricia turned to Cameron. “Get Henry inside so he can sleep it off. Linda, get to work on a hangover remedy
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Once Patricia had finished barking out her orders, she walked out, fully intending toy into Alicia if the go
the chance.
But when Patricia stepped outside, Alicia was nowhere in sight. Her brows knit in irritation as she scanned the driveway and spotted Bill hurrying toward his car.
The scolding she’d been ready to unleash at Alicia died on her lips. Instead, she called out, <b>“</b><b>Bill</b><b>?</b>”
Bill instantly recognized Patricia’s voice behind him and couldn’t help but grimace, knowing he was caught<b>. </b>
He turned around, scratched his head awkwardly, and managed a nervous chuckle. “<b>Hi</b><b>, </b>Mrs. Stone.
Patricia fixed him with a frown. “You were out drinking with Henry tonight?”
Bill’s eyes shed as he instantly came up with a way to toss the me. “Yeah, so Henry and Alicia had a fight, man. He was feeling down and asked us to grab some drinks.
“We’re his friends. What can you do? We tried telling him not to <i>go </i>so hard, but the dude was a wreck. No reasoning with him.”
Bill deliberately pinned it all on Alicia. ‘Serves her right for blocking him, he wondered. Bill figured this would teach her a lesson, and maybe now, it’d be even tougher for her to marry Henry.
Sure enough, Patricia’s frown got even deeper. “You’re saying that adopted girl from the Lawrence family actually dared to argue with Henry?”
“Yeah, that’s what Henry told me. Alicia was jealous of her sister and shoved her right into the pool
“Henry saw the whole thing and tried to get Alicia to apologize, but she totally flipped out on him, iming he never takes her side.” Bill threw up his hands.
Patricia just scoffed, herugh cold and sharp. “Seriously, what does Henry even like about a girl like that?”
Bill rubbed his nose awkwardly. “Guess it’s just because she’s pretty or something.”
“Looks aren’t everything. She’s just a pretty face,” Patricia grumbled, still annoyed.
Then she turned to Bill. “Alright, it’ste. Head home and take care. You’ve been drinking, right? Don’t even think about driving yourself. Make sure to get someone to drive you.”
“No worries, Mrs. Stone. I came by cab, and it’s still waiting for me over there. I’ll get going now.” Bill made his escape in a sh.
Patricia’s expression turned downright sour. She wondered, ‘Looks like I need to figure out a way to make Henry dump Alicia for good.
‘Honestly, I used to think–fine, she’s pretty, Henry’s young, let him have his fun. It’s just a fling anyway, not like he’d ever marry her.
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She thought, ‘But now, seeing Henry get drunk over her? Guess he’s actually getting attached. That’s trouble.
‘They have to break up fast. Just some adopted girl from the Lawrence family–no way she’s on Henry’s level.
Patricia marched back in and headed straight to Henry’s room. By then, he was awake, slumped over the side of the bed, and heaving violently.
The hangover soup Linda had poured down his throat was now all over the floor, mixing with booze and whatever else he’d had, all of it stinking up the ce.
Patricia grimaced, pinching her nose with one hand and gritting her teeth. “Move him to another room and get this cleaned; make it spotless,” she snapped, barely hiding her disgust.
The maid wasted no time, propping Henry up and helping him stagger off toward the guest room.
Henry, still groggy and drunk, grinned, “I knew you couldn’t quit me. Listen, don’t get all mad at me like that again, alright? It really gets to me.”
Patricia heard her son muttering, and her anger red even more. She gritted her teeth. “Pathetic. Letting some wild girl mess you up so bad you drink yourself stupid?”
Even after getting Henry settled, Patricia’s anger hadn’t cooled one bit. Seething, she grabbed her phone and called Alicia right away.
Alicia finished her shower and sat down to paint; she was all business tonight. If Sasha’s donor match came through, the surgery would be next, and Alicia had promised Hank she’d cover the cost.
She needed to scrape together some serious cash, fast. Just her luck, she’dnded a high–paying gig: a big client sent her a photo of some woman and wanted three different action portraits.
If her work impressed him, 30 thousand dors would be hers.
The picture was just a formal headshot, showing only half the body and her face. She’d even have to imagine her pose, every outfit. It was a serious brain workout.
Alicia was totally absorbed in her painting when her phone suddenly started buzzing, snapping her out of it. Alicia frowned in annoyance and picked up. “Hello?”
“Miss Lawrence, did you have a fight with Henry?” Patricia’s voice was cold as ice. She wanted nothing more than to chew Alicia out, but forced herself to hold back, though the contempt in her tone was impossible to miss.
Alicia instantly recognized Patricia’s voice. She set her brush down and replied in a calm, almost indifferent tone, “I didn’t argue with Henry. We broke up.”
For a split second, Patricia was taken aback, but she quickly regained herposure,
In her heart, Patricia scoffed, ‘She’s got tricks, acting all distant now to lure Henry back, I bet.
‘She used to hang onto him for dear life; there’s no way she suddenly had a change of heart. With Henry’s background, what girl could ever really walk away? She’s just ying her cards.
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