Ariana turned ashen, then pale, her eyes welling up with tears.
She brought this upon herself.
"Make a choice. I don’t have ti for this." I pressed Ariana for an answer.
Ariana was still not backing down. "I won’t choose. I did no wrong. When Mr. Mitch wakes up, he’ll see justice done!"
What Mitch would face upon waking would probably be Luna’s wrath, and I’d send her the evidence. Then I’d see how the Hebert family would favor their son.
I didn’t bother arguing with her. "Fine, I give you until midnight tomorrow to decide. If I don’t have an answer by then, that video will be all over the internet. I have plenty of ammunition to take you down."
"Don’t you dare push too far!" Ariana could no longer defend herself and was just accusing relentlessly.
I knew she still couldn’t think straight, so arguing with her was pointless. I walked over to the bed and slapped Mitch. "Mitch! Wake up!"
A handprint appeared on Mitch’s face. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw , he started stuttering. "Honey, did you forgive ? Are you here to take back?"
He reached to hug , his body reeking of alcohol.
Before I could push Mitch away, Damon took a few steps forward and landed a blow on Mitch’s arm. Mitch winced and withdrew his arm. "Why are you hitting , honey? I’m sorry... Don’t leave, don’t take our children..."
"Get up." Damon grabbed Mitch’s arm and said coldly.
Recognizing Damon, Mitch managed to get up from the bed with difficulty and steadied himself, but he was still swaying. If it weren’t for Damon’s support, he might have fallen back down..
Ariana watched Mitch, her face full of grievance. Especially when she heard Mitch begging for forgiveness, her eyes were filled with resentnt...
Mitch, the idiot, only realized his mistake when he was drunk, and he had even been brought here by Ariana.
Most importantly, Ariana had answered a call from Luna, which was going to be hard to explain.
"Mr. Mitch..." Ariana whimpered.
Mitch opened his eyes and looked at Ariana, mumbling, "Who are you? Where’s my wife?"
I didn’t know if he was pretending or if he was really drunk, but his reaction was enough to crush Ariana’s hopes.
Ariana turned pale, her eyes filled with disappointnt.
Damon and I ignored her and took Mitch away.
Half an hour later, I arrived ho, and Damon helped Mitch onto the bed to rest. Having him at my place, I didn’t need to worry about Ariana doing anything crazy.
But there was one problem. What if Mitch woke up and found out Yara was with ?
"Mitch, wake up." Damon was ruthless, even waking his own drunk friend. "Tell who told you that Yara was with Eliana."
I snapped back to reality. "He’s drunk now, you can’t get anything out of him."
Damon glanced at . "The truth cos out when he’s drunk."
Well, I sat down and watched Damon interrogate Mitch. Under his relentless questioning, Mitch mumbled, "Damon, it... it was you who told ... you sent the ssage!" Upon hearing Mitch’s answer, my face turned cold, and I let out a sarcastic laugh.
It was indeed him, he even wanted Mitch to say it himself.
The atmosphere beca awkward. Damon turned to look at , his eyes full of complexity.
"Isn’t it enough that he said it?" I said calmly. "I told you, even if you were the one who told him, it’s understandable. No harm done."
"The point is, I didn’t tell him, okay?" Damon sounded infuriated.
"You said he would tell the truth when he’s drunk. Isn’t this the truth?" I was baffled.
Damon took out his phone, scrolled through it, and handed it to . "See for yourself. When did I send him a ssage about Yara?"
I was surprised by his eagerness to prove his innocence. I looked at the screen, which showed the text ssages between him and Mitch. There was no ntion of Yara.
After reading the ssages, I looked away. "You can delete text ssages. It doesn’t an anything. Let’s drop this. Just don’t do it again."
"Am I the one who can’t get my point across?!" Damon was obviously angry. He almost smashed his phone, but in the end, he put it back in his pocket. He clenched his teeth, his jawline twitching, seemingly trying to suppress his anger. "Eliana, have you lost your mind? Would I deny sothing I did? If I wanted to tell Mitch, I would have told him at the hospital that day, get it?"
I thought the sa at the ti, so I didn’t understand why he waited two days to tell Mitch.
I countered, "If it wasn’t you, then tell , who else could use your phone to ssage Mitch?"
As soon as finished speaking, the room fell silent.
Without saying anything more, Damon probably guessed who could do such a thing. Who else could it be but Catherine?
I watched Damon, curious to see how he would respond, whether he would defend Catherine and argue with , or suspect Catherine based on my hint?
"I’ll find out." Damon’s answer was neither defending Catherine nor believing straight away,solemn promise.
I nodded in agreent.
"Okay." As long as Damon was willing to find out, it was better than blindly defending thing to it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to bring Mitch back
It was late, so I stood up and said, "You can go ho and rest now. Thank alone."
Just as I finished speaking, Damon’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, hesitated for the other end. "Yeah, I’ll be ho soon. Listen to Mommy and your grandparents."
a mont, but eventually picked it up. His tone softened when he heard the voice on It must be Leo calling.
A spun around and left the room, choosing not to linger.
A few minutes later, Damon erged from his bedroom. He swung open the front door of the living room and slipped on his shoes, "I’m heading off."
As I sat on the couch, folding Serena and Brandon’s clothes, I rely nodded in response without looking up from my task, "Mm-hm."
The door closed again in no ti, and the sound of Damon’s footsteps faded into the distance. I discarded the clothing in my hands, moving into the room where Serena, Yara and Brandon slept. The three of them were tucked in, their cherubic faces soft and sweet in slumber.
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