In order to put Stella at ease, Roger sat obediently before the doctor and allowed the nurses to do whatever they needed on him.
Only after his vitals had been checked and given the all-clear did he turn to look at Stella helplessly.
âStella, do you feel more assured now?â
Stella ignored him the entire time and instead had her eyes fixed on the medical report in her hands.
The doctor reminded them, âAs much as the surgery went successfully, he still needs to upkeep healthy daily habits and not drink too much alcoholâ¦â
That was when Stella asked Roger, âDid you hear what the doctor said?â
Roger nodded guiltily, âI wonât do that againâ¦â
He thought things would be over just like this, but right after Stella settled the bill and walked along the corridor with him, she asked in a seemingly casual manner, âWhy did you get yourself drunk last night?â
Roger halted in his footsteps, a glint flashing past his eyes.â Nothing much⦠I was just in a bad moodâ¦â
âWhy were you in a bad mood?â
Stella stopped walking as well as she fixed her gaze on him.â Since youâre feeling bad, then tell me.
What made you behave so recklessly last night?â
Ford Corporation building.
Weston was going through official business documents when someone knocked on the door to his office. Ben walked in and said, âMr. Ford, the manager from one of the distributors wishes to meet you.â
Westonâs hand paused in mid-air. âLet him in.â
âYes, Sir.â
A middle-aged man soon walked in. The moment he saw Weston, he flashed him an over-eager smile.
âMr. Ford, itâs been a while!â
Weston put down the pen in his hand and glanced indifferently at him. âHave we met?â
The smile froze on the manâs face, but that didnât stop him from his exerting a condescending tone.
âHave you forgotten ? You met my son last night.â
Weston remained silent as the man continued, âThe one with the bright red hairâ¦â
Westonâs brow arched. âThatâs your son?â
âYes, yesâ¦â
The man nodded profusely as he glanced outside the door.
The red-hair boy outside got his cue and walked in reluctantly.â Dad, Mr. Fordâ¦â
His face was covered with gauze, and with his red hair slicked back and tucked into a hat, he looked vastly different from his usual flashy appearance.
However, as a kid bordering adulthood, being flashy was typical for boys his age.
The man smiled sycophantically. âPardon me, Mr. Ford. I understand all that happened last night. Itâs all my sonâs fault, and I didnât teach him well. Iâve brought him here today specifically to apologize to youâ¦â
âApologize ?â Weston stood up and pushed the pen forward on his desk.
The metal casing scratched noisily against the table, making the atmosphere in the room tense.
âI thought you were here to ask for compensation for your hospital bills.â
âWe wouldnât dare,â the man said as he waved his hands profusely. âMy son was at fault. He was insensible! Please be magnanimous and spare himâ¦â
The redhead knew how serious the matter was and stood there silently with his head bowed.
After complaining about what happened last night and expecting his father to stand up for him, he did not expect his father to lose all his senses after watching the surveillance camera footage and insisting on making him apologize in person.
That was when he knew he was in big trouble for offending a very powerful and influential figure.