Micah clutched his stomach with both hands, his fingers digging into the fabric of his hoodie as another wave of burning pain rolled through him. His expression twisted, jaw clenched so tightly that a faint tremor ran along his cheek. His stomach had already been hurting long before he drank that ridiculously high percentage of alcohol. He should have known better. He should have checked the drinks. But tonight his head wasn't where it should've been.
First, he had been mulling over how to keep Darcy safe tonight, knowing full well the whole family would be gathered for dinner. Then he received the news that Grandma had been rushed to the hospital because of her old heart issue, the arrhythmia acting up again. His entire body had gone cold when he heard.
He had agonised over the news, realising how much Zhou Ruyan cared about Darcy and his effort to bring him home. She had made everyone promise not to let the news spread, fearing Darcy would be labelled as an unlucky child.
