Peter laughed it off and took out a few cigarettes from the cigarette case and handed them, “Which woman have I slept with that I don’t know?”
Turn around and walk to the executive chair and sit down leisurely.
In his right hand, he played with a silver engraved windproof lighter, flung it, and the windproof cover opened with blue smoke and fire.
Silently, he lit his cigarette, took a drag, and said slowly, “If you’re coming over here because of what happened to Theresa, too, shut up.”
Peter doesn’t want to hear anything about Theresa at all.
“You’re lying.”
Edward caught a glimpse of Peter’s twinkling eyes and the changes in his facial micro-expressions, enough to show that he was deliberately hiding something.
The man’s hand holding the cigarette spread out and shrugged, “What’s the need to lie to you? A drink? Just in time to go celebrate my impending end to my single life.”
The company’s main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.
“Brother, I … actually haven’t had much positive talk between you and me because of Adri. But I don’t feel that because I like anyone, it can affect the relationship between us brothers. So … Adriana still likes you, and you can’t marry Theresa.”
Alvin made his attitude clear directly, as he was well aware of Peter’s current state problems.
More aware of Adriana’s feelings for Peter.
“Yesterday, yesterday Adri even made a special trip over to me and asked about your health condition. If she really wasn’t worried about you and didn’t care about you, how could she have made the trip over to ask?”
Alvin told Peter what happened that day, in the hope that he would not make a decision that he would regret.
On hearing this, Peter’s eyes deepened for a few moments, the black crystal-like pupils surfaced a little pain and sourness.
Several people were silent.
Peter took a hard drag on his cigarette and eyed his desk directly across from him, wondering what he was thinking.
“Big Brother, you …”
Alvin seemed to see Peter’s hesitation and knew he had something to hide, or maybe what Zac said was the truth.
But he always found it hard to accept in his heart. “Is it true that you married Theresa because of your own health problems, with the intention of breaking Adri off to you?”
He trailed off.
Edward immediately said: “With your current ability, what kind of doctors in the world you can’t hire? How can there be a disease that cannot be cured? Don’t think too much.”
“What are you all talking about?”
Peter’s face turned cold for a few minutes, “That’s not good enough for Theresa? She has been by my side for so many years and is devoted to me, she is a good woman.”
“How long are you going to keep us in the dark?”
Zac couldn’t stand it and looked back at Alvin and Edward and said, “Big brother has a very strange disease, his whole body organs are failing, there is no medicine or stone to cure him, and his time is running out. I’ve looked in many directions to try to save him, but to no avail.”
As a doctor, Zac is the one who feels most guilty and powerless in the face of his brother’s current situation.
If he can’t even save his brother, what’s the use of being a doctor?
“I fucking doubt myself, what’s the use of me learning to be a doctor? Simply a waste!”
He was so angry that he kicked the trash can next to him.
The trash can tumbles a few times and the trash is scattered all over the place.
Several people were stunned, and their eyes fell on Peter, each in his own way.
Peter tried to block Zac, but Zac had already told the whole story, and there was no point in denying it.
He looked away from the window, reticent.
Cigarettes, one after another, the large office because of several men in succession of cigarettes, becoming foggy wolf smoke, everywhere filled with the strong smell of nicotine.
Originally, when they were unsure, they still wanted to ask questions, but now that they are sure about Peter’s situation, several people are quiet.
No one spoke.
Peter sat in the executive chair while the remaining three sat on the sofa, heads bowed, smoking cigarettes and not saying a word.
The silence was so great that even the air was filled with sadness and gravity.
“How much longer?”
Finally, Alvin spoke up to break the silence.
“Less than six months … poof …”
Zac told the truth, Nai He did not say a word, sitting opposite Edward grabbed him by the collar, towards his face thumped down, “you big man, why such a big thing you tell me now? Zac, you fuck have not treated me as your brother?”
The sudden punch, with sufficient force, hit Zac directly on the ground, with blood stains spilling from the corners of his lips.
“Edward, stop it!”
Alvin went up to pull him, but he waved him off, “Get out!”
Pissed off, he walked up to Zac, leaned down and yanked him up, and gave him another violent beating, “Such a big thing, you hide it, hide it, hide everything. Are you going to wait for him to die before you plan to tell us?”
The punches hit him in the stomach, causing Zac’s face to turn red and his forehead to bruise.
“Well … me … I don’t want … to hurt either. Edward, your sister, hit me again, I’m not polite to you. ”
Zac is a medical student and the weakest of the brothers.
Naturally, it is impossible to be Edward’s opponent.
“That’s enough!”
Peter slammed the table and yelled, “Funny? Is it to beat Zac to death so you can bury him?”
Despite some anger, it was actually more touching.
It is a privilege to have such a few good brothers around him who care so much and take such good care of him in three lives.
He got up and with a cold sweep of his eyes, walked straight out of the office.
As he walked, he said, “Go, drink.”
“Ouch I go, it hurts like hell.”
Zac rolled on the ground in pain, but heard Peter’s words immediately blocked, “Big brother, you …”
“Shut up and come with me if you want a drink, or shut up.”
Peter was already expecting what Zac was going to say and spoke directly to shut him up.
Edward caught up with Peter, Alvin leaned down to help him up, looked at his nose and face, helplessly shook his head, “Edward hit a little heavy, you do not have to deal with him in general.”
“I would like to count it, but I also have to have that ability.”
He spread his hands and wanted to cry.
A hand covering the injured face, one hand in the waist, a limp towards the outside, pain from time to time to draw back a breath, very poor.
Several people left the office, got into Peter’s car and headed straight to Night Spot.
This night, several brothers who did not say anything else, just silently drinking and talking.
Talking from the past to the present and the present to the future.
It wasn’t until late at night that several people were too drunk to drink that they lay spread out on the couch, staring at the ceiling with their eyes open.
Peter said, “The biggest regret of my life, being born into The Alston family.”
He frowned, looking sad, “If I hadn’t been a member of The Alston family, if I had known how to resist the moment I was born, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am now.”