Chapter 8

“You’re not supposed to be drinking this. You’re underaged.” She scolded him. “Do you want to ruin your liver?” She asked him.

He tried to reach for the cup, but she took it out of his reach. He looked at her, annoyed.

“Why do you care?” He asked her, pissed and annoyed.

“Because I’m your friend.” She told him and then, grabbing the wine bottle, she went out.

He went after her to take it back.

“Give it back.” He told her.

“No.” she told him, going down the stairs.

“Lillian, I’m warning you.” He told her, following her to the living room where his father was.

Lillian put the wineglass and bottle down in front of Alan, who just blinked at her, confused.

“Mr. King, I get you are famously rich, but you can’t let your son drink alcohol like that. It’s not good for him. Do you want him to die early or have health complications early in life? Do you have no regard for your son’s life? If you do, then you will not let him drink anymore.” She told him and looked at Zack, who was glarin