Chapter 36

((Dorry))

I nearly dropped the wine glass I was holding when a loud honk echoed from outside the house.

At first, I ignored it. But when the honking continued—one after another, disturbing the entire neighborhood—I had no choice but to go outside.

“Ms. Dorry, Sir Nelson is in a taxi. Looks like he’s drunk,” the guard greeted me, his gaze fixed on me without blinking.

Maybe he was surprised by how I looked. They had never seen me like this—flushed from drinking too much. And now, here comes Nelson, drunk as well.

“Should I open the gate, Ms. Dorry, or not?” he asked hesitantly, scratching his head.

“Open it,” I said firmly.

I had given them strict orders earlier not to let Nelson in. But since he was drunk, even if I didn’t want to see him right now, I had no choice. No matter how much I despised him, I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him out there.

Sometimes, I don’t even understand myself. My determination to make Nelson suffer is still there, my focus remains unchanged, yet my