When Family Became a Place I Couldn’t Return To novel Chapter 134

“What?” Nelly blinked, not understanding.

The man’s voice sounded soft, a little lazy, like he barely had any energy left.

“I’m at Neon Hour. Room forty-seven.”

She hesitated. “Are you drunk?”

“Come here. I want to talk to you.”

Brody ignored her question, just kept mumbling to himself.

He sounded really down, way more emotional than usual. Clearly, he’d been drinking a lot.

Nelly rolled her eyes. “If you have something to say, just say it. It’s late. I’m not going out.”

“Hurry up. My head hurts.”

Brody took a long breath and then simply hung up.

Nelly stared at her phone for a few seconds, a little amused despite herself.

Was Brody really picking her out of everyone to witness his drunken mess?

Brody always drank and smoked, but in all the years she’d known him, Nelly had never seen him lose control. Maybe he really was a bad drunk after all.

Still, she put her phone down and went back to what she was doing, not giving it another thought.

About an hour later, her phone rang again. Brody’s name flashed on the screen.

She let it go. He called again. After a few more calls, she got fed up and just turned her phone off.

But that wasn’t the end of it. Half an hour later, her doorbell rang.

Nelly checked the camera and saw Alan standing outside.

“Mr. Garland’s really drunk. Could you please come check on him?” Alan said through the intercom.

Nelly didn’t open the door. She pressed the button to reply. “What does his drinking have to do with me?”

This was getting ridiculous.

Honestly, Alan felt pretty awkward too.

Brody had a business dinner that night. Alan was just supposed to pick him up. When he got there, he found Brody completely wasted.

Usually, Brody was the center of these events. Nobody would ever dare to pressure him to drink. But for some reason, he’d knocked back a ton of alcohol. By the time Alan arrived, only one nervous executive was left in the room.

The guy said Brody had been drinking quietly since the meal started. Later, whenever anyone toasted him, he’d drink three shots for every one they took. It was so obvious Brody was deliberately getting himself drunk, and nobody dared stop him.

When Alan tried to get him to leave, Brody just kept asking if Nelly was there yet.

Suddenly, loud shouting echoed down the hallway. Someone screamed, and a crowd quickly gathered. It looked like a fight had broken out, and several security guards rushed in to break it up.

“Mr. Garland, you’ve got the wrong guy...”

Sheila heard someone shout Brody’s name and pushed her way through the crowd.

Brody was half-kneeling on the floor, grabbing onto a big guy in a suit. The man’s face was red and swollen, clearly from getting punched more than once.

Brody had bruises on his neck and the corner of his mouth.

But he wouldn’t let go, just stared coldly at the other man. “You were the one outside her place that night, weren’t you? Tell me, how far did you two go?”

The other guy clearly had no idea what Brody was talking about. He struggled hard, even tried to punch Brody back.

Sheila rushed in and pulled at Brody. When she called his name, he hesitated for a second.

Security and the hotel manager jumped in and finally separated the two men.

The man Brody attacked was furious, cursing as he pulled out his phone, threatening to call the cops. He was just there to eat and suddenly got jumped from behind.

The hotel manager quickly tried to calm him down. Brody was a top client, so they had to handle this quietly.

Sheila hurried to offer compensation.

Brody staggered to his feet and walked away without looking back.