How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 21

Yvan was dead drunk at the bar and had no idea how he’d even gotten home. When he finally woke up, he found himself lying on his own bed, still in yesterday’s clothes.

Todd must have brought him back.

Yvan didn’t dwell on it. The hangover was splitting his head open, and his wisdom tooth was throbbing in agony, making him feel incredibly irritable.

He dragged himself into the shower, and after getting dressed, he decided to go out and finally get that damn tooth pulled.

There was no future for him and her, so what was the point of keeping it? This tooth would never wait for her to pull it for him now.

Just as he got downstairs, he ran into Hogan.

Yvan was about to walk out without a word.

"Yvan!"

Hogan called out to him.

Yvan stopped. "Dad, what is it?"

Hogan’s face was grim. "Who was that man who brought you home last night? What were you two doing?"

Yvan was a little confused. "You mean Todd, right? You know Todd."

"I’m not blind. You think I can’t tell the difference between him and Todd?" Hogan glared at his son. "Who was he? And what is his relationship to you?"

"I don’t know," Yvan said, rubbing his forehead. "I was drunk. I have no idea who brought me home."

"Drunk, always drunk! Ever since you came back, I haven’t seen you do a single productive thing!" Hogan raged. "I tell you to find a nice girl and settle down, but you refuse. Instead, you’re out all night messing around with a bunch of shady characters. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Monica Scott Brown shot her husband a look of disapproval. "See? You fly off the handle without even getting the full story. Is that any way to be a father?"

"I wasn't wrong to yell at him! Even if he wasn't messing around, is drinking all the time any better?" Hogan huffed. "He shows no interest in dating, but he’s certainly enthusiastic about drinking with his friends."

Monica glared at him. "He just came back home. What’s wrong with him catching up with his friends? You can't rush romance. It will happen when it happens."

The Brown family garage housed dozens of cars, but Yvan still chose the red Ferrari—flashy, rebellious, and untamed, just like him.

He could have easily gone to one of the dentists the family had on retainer, but instead, he found himself driving back to Zion Medical Center.

He wasn't sure why he was going back there. The place required appointments and long waits in a crowded lobby—hardly the kind of environment someone from his background would choose for medical care.

He had only gone there the first time because he had just arrived back in the country, a sudden toothache had flared up, and Zion Medical Center happened to be near his hotel. It had been a choice of convenience.