Chapter 105 Guilt

Aaron's chest rose and fell, anger still simmering. What happened at the hospital kept replaying in his mind. Damian turned the glass in his hand, brooding. He took a big gulp of whiskey and felt it burn all the way down. No one wanted that woman to be Lila more than he did, but she simply wasn't. "That doctor didn't have Lila's mole, and she didn't react at all to the peanuts Erin slipped in. Lila's severe peanut allergy wouldn't just disappear." At Damian's words, the rage drained from Aaron's face, leaving only a muddled, restless irritation. He grabbed the bottle, poured himself a heavy shot, and knocked it back. The liquor burned all the way down, but the snarl in his chest wouldn't ease. He turned his head, his bloodshot eyes locked on Damian. "Be honest, Damian. After Lila died, you haven't been there for Erin the way you used to, have you? Why aren't you two married yet?" The verbal barrage had Damian squeezing his glass until his knuckles went white. He tried to come up