It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 237

He had drunk a lot that time, and had locked himself inside his room for two days. From that day on, he had started to live a decadent life, playing the field and feeding the media with all kinds of juicy stories. He struggled through this to get some attention from his family but failed, and his dissolute lifestyle continued. Now he was again hammered because of family matters, but this time it was different. Luke could see that the young master cared about Mrs. Mu more than he did about his parents, but it seemed that the young master still had a rough road ahead awaiting for him.

Luke knew that Edward was blaming himself for what had happened to Mrs. Mu. In Luke's opinion the young master might not be a good husband but he shouldn't feel guilty for what had happened in Mrs. Mu's childhood. Back then, they didn't know each other, and bore no responsibility to each other.

They arrived, and steadily, Luke parked the car in Edward's garage. He drew a deep breath and then began to help Edward out of car, which was not that hard, because Edward was still conscious.

"Uncle Luke, what happened to my daddy?" asked Justin, worried. Justin noticed the car light when Luke arrived. He ran out of his room and saw his father stumbling on his feet upstairs, supported by Luke.

"Hey, Justin! Don't worry, Mr. Mu just drank a little bit too much tonight. Why are you still up so late?" asked Luke. He frowned, and a trace of concern crossed over his cold face.

"Um! Daddy didn't come back, and I couldn't sleep. How come he's so drunk? Did uncle Duke and the others force him to drink again?" Justin knew that his father was good at drinking, and he hadn't seen his father being drunk not even once. What had happened?

"I don't know," answered Luke. He thought that it was not his place to tell Justin, and that it would be better if Edward explained it to Justin in person when he was sober.

"Uncle Luke, are you sure that you want to throw daddy onto his bed like that?" Justin's mouth twitched slightly, because his father had an obsessive concern with cleanliness and order. Every day, the first thing that he would do when he came back home was to shower. If Luke put his father directly onto his bed like that, his father wouldn't be so pleased about it in the morning.

"Do you prefer him on the ground?" Luke gave Justin a stare. This was his father!

"I mean, he hasn't showered yet." Justin looked at his drunken father, and then looked at his uncle Luke frustratedly.

"Don't look at me like that! If I dare to clean him up now, he'll kill me tomorrow!" said Luke with a cold shiver. He wouldn't dream of taking off his young master's clothes, and there would be hell to pay if he ever did so.

"Bah! If you just let him lie there all dirty and dusty, he will get you killed all the same," retorted Justin. It was just a small thing. It was not hard to take off Edward's clothes. Why was it so scary?