Chapter 122

That night, Hans came home with takeout. When he opened the door and entered the house, he found Spencer drinking again. Somehow, Spencer had managed to dig out the vintage liquor Hans had been saving for years and had finished the entire bottle in one go. Hans' heart ached. Had he known Spencer wanted to drink, he would have just had something sent over from the bar. Instead, Spencer had drained the very bottle Hans had been saving for years, the one he had meant to savor slowly in old age. It had aged so carefully, only to be polished off in a single sitting. Hans quickly put the takeout on the dining table and rushed over to snatch the glass away. "Spencer, stop drinking and eat something first." Spencer didn't get angry after his glass was taken. Without a word, he got up and went straight to the bedroom, all the while ignoring Hans' calls from behind. Resigned, Hans started cleaning up the bottles and glasses. The spilled liquor on the rug filled the house with the smell of a