Later that night, in the Lancasters' rest house…
"Auntie Celes, this guy… is gonna kill himself," Justin muttered, glancing at Celestine, who had just finished wiping Derek's face after he'd thrown up.
Derek had been on an alcohol binge, drinking far more than he could handle. If it hadn't been for Justin, they might've found him unconscious on the streets.
"How did you even know he was there?" Celestine asked, genuine curiosity lacing her voice.
"After seeing him drown himself in the tub, I got worried he'd do it again," Justin shrugged. "So I installed a tracking app on his phone. Face recognition works perfectly when he's asleep."
A subtle smile tugged at Celestine's lips as she looked at him with quiet appreciation.
"Tell me what you want," she said. "I might grant it as long as it's not the highest position at NL Group."
His eyes brightened, and as if he'd forgotten the situation entirely, he slid closer. "Auntie, really?"
"What is it?"
