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CHAPTER 10
As I approached the car, holding an umbrella to shield Thomas from the pouring rain, I couldn't help but notice Lombard already by his side. He was assisting Thomas out of the vehicle, who seemed to be in a far less dignified state than I'd ever seen him. My concern immediately kicked in, and I asked, "What happened?" Lombard, his usual aloof self, replied with a nonchalant, "Oh, you're still here," as if it were of no consequence. I rolled my eyes but pressed on, urging him, "Just tell me what happened." "He's wasted," Lombard said bluntly, not attempting to sugarcoat the situation. My brows furrowed in worry as I looked at Thomas, who was swaying slightly and appeared to be incoherent. His response, while slightly slurred, carried a humorous undertone, "I could hear music in the r
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