Chapter 187 Alcoholism (1) (1/2)

Outside the French window of the corridor, lightning was still shining and the deafening thunder seemed to hit her heart, with a kind of palpitation that could not be said more.

Nancy wasn't expecting Consuela would say that. After a pause, she asked, ”Mrs. Richie, don't you want Mr. Richie to come back?”

”Even if I try my best to figure it out, he may not come back on such a day.”

As soon as she finished saying that, she walked into the master bedroom without hesitation and closed the door. Leaning against the door, she looked ahead and wanted to laugh and cry.

In the corridor, Nancy shook her head with profound resignation. As the servants, they couldn't cross the line and help the couple.

She just hoped there would be no more ups and downs between them since Mrs. Richie was pregnant.

That night, as expected, Richie did not come back. She held the pillow and fell asleep insensibly. The lightning flashed and thunder roared, hiding her fear deep in her heart.

After all, she was not alone fighting now.

She didn't know that when Richie just woke up and opened his unusually dry eyes, he saw Cassie in a white coat, and slowly flowing liquid.

When he struggled to get up, his head was so painful that it seemed to be sewed by a scabby doctor after being chopped off.

”If you want to go to the heaven, just do it as you like. You really can't get drunk. If you were to be sent a little later, now you have to stay in the morgue.”

Cassie gave a shout of exasperation with her eyes fixed on Richie. She stared at him as if she was staring at something. He snorted and stopped moving.