Chapter 163

Charles' wife rolled her eyes at Tommy, annoyed by his whining. "Drink, drink-drink that and she'll be dead before morning. Still think it's a good idea?" Tommy's face turned pale in an instant. He clung to his dad, terrified. "Dad, why would mom say someone will die after drinking it? What's going on?" Charles didn't want his son knowing too much. He tried to calm him down. "She's just messing with you. Kids shouldn't drink alcohol anyway. I'll get some fruit tomorrow and make you some juice, alright? Now go to bed." Tommy looked like he was about to cry, eyes full of confusion and hurt. "Ms. Evans shouldn't drink either. She saved me..." The couple's expressions stiffened. Without another word, they quickly coaxed and pushed Tommy into the back room, shutting the door behind him. Once it was done, Charles was sweating bullets. He turned to his wife and whispered, "Now what? Are we really gonna call them?" His wife shoved a coat into his hands. "Of course we are! How many chances like