Leaving the hotel, Emily Allen didn’t return to the movie set but went straight ho.
Mia Stewart didn’t expect Emily to co ho. She exclaid when she opened the door, "Why are you back? Weren’t you filming?"
Emily couldn’t explain it all at once, so she hurried back into the house to look for sothing.
Mia followed her, "What did you lose? Tell , I’ll help you find it."
Emily asked quickly: "Where is my father?"
Mia was taken aback and pointed to the study, "Your father is in the study."
Panic struck Emily and she ran off towards the study, not hearing what Mia was saying as she followed her.
Emily, in a hurry, knocked on Ethan Allen’s study door, "Dad, open the door, I have sothing to tell you."
"Get lost! Stop bothering !"
Instead, she was t with Ethan’s angry rant, which left Emily embarrassed. Mia Stewart caught up to her at this point.
"Sophie, stop knocking." Mia, out of breath, encouraged Emily to leave. Emily was confused and sowhat helpless, "What’s wrong with my dad?"
Mia sighed and said, "Your father is drinking."
A look of helplessness crossed Emily’s face as she wondered why her father would be drinking in his study in broad daylight.
The study was filled with empty liquor bottles and old books. If one didn’t know it was a study, it could’ve easily been mistaken for a dump. The sll of sweat and rotten food hung in the air. Ethan Allen was sprawled on a recliner, drowsy from intoxication.
"Where’s the liquor? Where are the people? Has everyone died? Soone bring a drink!"
All that could be heard from the study was Ethan’s unsightly hollering. Mia patted Emily’s back, "You go down first, I’ll handle this."
"Mom!"
Emily couldn’t stop Mia. She saw Mia knock on Ethan’s study door. As expected, she was t with a tirade. But it seed like her mother had gotten used to it.
Mia continued to knock, patiently saying, "Open the door first, only then I can bring you your drink."
With this reasoning, Ethan shakily got up to open the door. Emily didn’t dare to approach. From a distance, she barely recognized the man as her father.
His back was hunched, his face covered with stubble, and his eyes bloodshot.
Emily covered her mouth to hold back her tears.
"Where’s the liquor?"
The first thing Ethan said once the door was open was about the booze. Mia sighed, "Can you not drink anymore? Emily is back."
Ethan paused, belched, then started cursing again, "What’s it to if she’s back? Stop bothering . Hurry up and give the liquor."
Mia was left with nothing else but a sigh. In the end, she took a few bottles of liquor from the side and handed them to Ethan.
Five years ago, the Allen family was a well-known fragrance company in the city.
Surely, if it hadn’t been for Sophia Thompson’s initial leadership abilities, the Allen family wouldn’t have lasted long.
However, five years ago, their business partners suddenly wanted to terminate the contracts with the Allen family.
It was as if the Allens had offended so bigshot. Overnight, they were targeted from all corners.
Just one night was enough for the Allens to face nurous difficulties. From contract terminations, bank debt collection, to the brink of bankruptcy.
The whole city was reporting on the Allens’ impending bankruptcy. No one disclosed why they were refusing to collaborate. Everyone only ntioned how the Allens had offended soone.
From then on, the Allens’ business saw a steep decline. They were no longer as wealthy as before and were reduced to a contract manufacturing factory.
Ethan Allen had contemplated making a coback, but the influential force never intended to let him off. He could only take up jobs to make ends et.
Later on, he simply stopped going to the factory, drinking his days away at ho.
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