Clifford’s POV It was already late when I got back to the mansion, and I staggered as I walked inside. I was surprised to see how brightly lit the place was and to hear voices echoing within. From what I could tell, the noise was coming from the dining hall. I hadn’t wanted to come home yet, but Gustav insisted, saying there were guests waiting. We had come from a bar—I had just been drinking to drown out my frustrations. I lost track of time, which was why we ended up getting home so late. I was about to head straight for the stairs when Chanda suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Clifford, thank God you’re here! Don’t you know your wife and your guests have been waiting for you for a long time? Come on, they’re in the dining room,” he urged, even grabbing my arm. I followed him unsteadily, which made him stop short. “Why did you drink? What’s going on with you?” he demanded. “Don’t worry about me. Wait—who are the guests again?” I asked. “It’s Mr. Geron and his wife. Can you at
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