Chapter 110 You've Become an Alcoholic?
At the Thomas Villa family gathering over the weekend, Mary turned to Anthony and asked, "Hey Anthony, I heard you went on a blind date with Miss York from the York Family a few days ago. How'd it go? Are you guys still talking?"
Anthony's mom, Karen, shot him a look from across the dining table when she heard Mary bring it up.
Anthony kept his head down, pretending not to hear.
Karen jumped in, "Mom, Anthony and Ms. York had been emailing back and forth before they met. They hit it off and had a lot in common. Ms. York seemed pretty happy with Anthony."
Anthony coughed awkwardly. "Mom, that last meeting was a total disaster."
"What?" Karen's eyes went wide. "But you two were getting along so well before. I thought Ms. York was intertested in you 'cause she offered to ask you out."
Anthony took a deep breath. "Yeah, it started off great. Ms. York was happy with me at first. But then, out of nowhere, this little girl, like four or five years old, showed up in the restaurant. She cried and called me Daddy, which made Ms. York storm out. I didn't even know the kid! She said I looked like her dad. Later, she borrowed my phone to call her mom. Wait... now that I think about it, that little girl looked a lot like Elizabeth, didn't she? Could she be Elizabeth's daughter?"
Karen quickly coughed to shut Anthony up.
She nervously glanced at Michael, but he seemed unfazed.
Everyone knew not to mention Elizabeth around Michael.
Karen quickly said, "It sounds like a simple misunderstanding."
She turned to Anthony, "Anthony, we should apologize to the York Family and Ms. York, explain it was a mix-up. We can ask the restaurant owner to check the surveillance footage to prove the kid has nothing to do with you."
She looked at Mary, "What do you think, Mom?"
Mary nodded, "Yes, Anthony, do what your mom says. The York Family is influential, and Ms. York is still worth pursuing."
Anthony lowered his head, "Got it."
William and his wife had already talked this over with Anthony. No matter how much property and business Michael had, he wouldn't leave any to Anthony. Luckily, Anthony was good-looking. So, William and his wife decided Anthony should marry a wealthy girl. That way, after Anthony got married, the bride's family would naturally support him.
If the bride's family was powerful enough, they might even help Anthony start his own business.
Then their family wouldn't have to rely on Michael.
William had finally managed to connect with the York Family. Even though Seraphina was a bit older than Anthony, she was the only daughter of the York Family and would inherit the family business. Plus, the York couple doted on Seraphina and would surely set her up with a great fortune when she got married.
William gave Anthony a look. Anthony glanced at his phone. It was a message from his dad, William.
William: [Leave early tonight. I'll take you to the York Family to apologize.]
Anthony: [Okay.]
Over at Whispering Pines Estates, in Elizabeth's villa, after dinner, Pearl and Nolan headed back to their rooms upstairs.
Nancy headed to the kitchen to clean up.
Elizabeth went back to her room, washed up, changed into her pajamas, and lay on her big bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.
She got up, went downstairs to grab a bottle of wine and a glass, and started drinking alone in her room.
Her mind wandered to her meeting with Daniel.
Why was Daniel so hostile towards her?
Daniel was Michael's personal assistant. If he had beef with her, it had to be because of Michael. What? Did Michael still hate her?
Elizabeth shook her head, thinking it was ridiculous. He clearly had someone he liked, yet he pretended to be deeply in love. It was disgusting. Whether it was for the divorce or buying the Jones Group building, she had to see him.
But the thought of seeing Michael made Elizabeth extremely agitated.
Why did he insist on seeing her? Why did she have to meet him in person? Couldn't she send a lawyer? Couldn't she delegate it to someone else? Why did he have to see her to agree to these matters? Did he want to humiliate her in person? Blame her for leaving back then?
After two glasses of wine, Elizabeth's face was already flushed. Her mind was a bit foggy.
She took out her phone and dialed that familiar number.
For four years, she had never called this number, but she often pressed it on her phone keypad, then deleted it digit by digit.
Now, fueled by the alcohol, she dialed the number.
Soon, the call was answered.
Michael's deep, magnetic voice came through the phone. "Hello."
"It's me. Elizabeth." Elizabeth's voice sounded a bit impatient. She seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who made the call.
Michael asked coldly, "I know. What's up?"
Elizabeth explained, "Daniel said you insisted on meeting me in person to agree to the divorce and sell me the Jones Group building. Now I'm calling you. So, when and where shall we meet?"
On the other end, Michael, who had never heard Elizabeth speak so quickly, was momentarily stunned.
He calmly said, "Are you in a hurry? How about 10:00 AM tomorrow?"
"Fine! Bring all the necessary documents. Ten tomorrow morning, in front of City Hall. You better show up!" Elizabeth's tone was defiant.
"City Hall?" Michael was puzzled.
Elizabeth said, "Yes, we'll get the divorce first. It's been four years. Michael, what's the point of dragging this out? Let's get divorced first, then talk business."
"Okay, at ten tomorrow morning." Michael agreed readily.
"Fine! Tomorrow morning! Whoever doesn't show up is a jerk!" Elizabeth shouted into the phone.
The sound of glass shattering came through the receiver. Michael recognized it as the sound of a wine glass breaking. Connecting this with Elizabeth's unusual tone, he asked tentatively, "Elizabeth, have you been drinking?"
Elizabeth had completely lost her inhibitions; her mind was entirely controlled by alcohol, growling, "So what if I have? What are you going to do about it? Michael, who are you to me? Do you have any right to control me? Mind your own business!"
Hearing her say this, Michael pressed his hand to his chest in anger. "Elizabeth, not only have you learned to drink, but you also dare to get drunk and yell at me? Didn't you say you never drank? So, in four years, you've become a drunk? Are your principles that easy to break?"
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