What on earth is happening? In distress, Liam rubbed his temples.
Vania must have told Thomas, or else he wouldn't have blurted out such a statement. It turned out that things had gotten to this point accidentally due to a series of unfortunate events.
Similarly, Liam was up to date on current events on the internet. Yvonne might have offended Vania again, putting Thomas in an awkward position from which he could not determine an appropriate response.
He just couldn't find the words to respond to Thomas on behalf of Vania. Then, he sighed and tried to comfort Thomas. "Get some sleep now. I won't leave you."
It appeared as though he had no option other than to finish his task as a temporary substitute for the time being, or else Thomas wouldn't be able to calm down, and he wouldn't be able to leave.
"Promise me you won't be upset anymore. Please?" Thomas couldn't let it go just yet. He had the impression that Vania was upset.
Liam understood now that Thomas would keep bugging him until he made the promise. As a headache began to form, he answered, "I promise I won't be upset with you anymore."
Whatever. Despite what Thomas had said, he was too drunk to remember it, and when he sobered up the next day, he would have forgotten it.
After receiving the response that he was looking for, Thomas obediently laid down. He continued to gaze at Liam while displaying the same level of affection as before in his eyes. However, the alcoholic effects were starting to set in. Soon after, he could not keep his eyelids open and fell asleep.
"Thomas. Thomas," After calling his name twice and getting no response, Liam concluded that he was sound asleep. Thomas dozed off quickly, marking the end of his substitute role.
Liam slowly stood up and started heading downstairs, but when he opened the door, he saw Yvonne standing there. It appears that after she had left, she lingered by the doorway to eavesdrop on Thomas. However, he had slurred most of his words due to being intoxicated, so she couldn't hear anything from outside. Nevertheless, she hears Liam's words, and after piecing everything together, she could get the gist of what they were talking about.
He did not show any signs of surprise upon seeing her. "Let's talk downstairs."
She followed him downstairs and asked, "Liam, what is it you want to tell me?"
In her mind, Yvonne had already labeled Liam as Vania's supporter. Regardless of what had happened, he had never wavered in his commitment to her.
"You seemed to be aware of what's going on with your brother."
"What's going on with him?" Yvonne expressed her innocence.
"Do I have to be specific?" Liam arched his brow, not anticipating that she would pretend to be confused.
"I don't understand what you're saying, so just be honest with me."
Then, Liam nodded. "So, let me ask you a question. What are your thoughts on Vania?"
Yvonne snorted. "Are you trying to help Vania by lecturing me? I doubt my affairs have anything to do with you."
"You're being biased right now. It was never my intention to assist others in lecturing you. I'm just asking a simple question to gauge your thoughts about her."
"You're asking a question to which you already have an answer." Then, Yvonne sneered, "Are you unaware of everything that has happened? What could I possibly have to say about her?"
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