Chapter 242 A Medical Report

Night had already settled when Gabriel shoved the bar door open and headed straight for the counter. "Whiskey. Neat," he ordered. He downed the drink in one go. Then came the second. And the third. Just then, a man in a gaudy shirt slid onto the stool beside him with his own drink in hand. "Well, well, Mr. Holton, what brings you here tonight?" Timothy lifted a brow, his tone teasing. But Gabriel ignored him and tipped back another glass. "What is it? Is Holton Corp about to go under, or did your wife finally dump you?" Gabriel's fingers tightened around the glass until his knuckles turned white. He finally turned his head, and in a completely flat voice, gave a brief rundown of what had happened at the resort. As Timothy listened, his amusement faded bit by bit. He set his glass down and stared at Gabriel in disbelief. "You're kidding me, Gabriel. You and Sophia? The sister you've been protecting like she's made of glass?" Timothy looked at Gabriel with a strange expressi