Eason stopped laughing when he heard the sound of glass breaking. He looked at Blake and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Only then did Blake come to his senses. He swallowed hard and grabbed his arm as if grasping at the last straw. “Take me to Roger! I have something to ask him.”
Looking at his bloodshot eyes, Eason said, “Ca… calm down. I’ll bring you to my house right now.” He didn’t know what was wrong with his friend. He had never lost his composure like this in front of them.
On the way to the Lance family’s house, Blake sat in the car quietly, reeking of alcohol, which made Eason feel very stressed.
Blake’s hands kept trembling, but he had no idea it was because he was too excited or too nervous. He didn’t believe it even though everyone told him that Lola had died. He had a feeling that
