Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 196 Fooling Oneself

"He's dead."

The two words hit Lisa without warning.

Lisa hadn't even finished asking her question.

She stood frozen in place, looking at Eva with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Eva raised her gaze and calmly asked, "What's the matter?"

"Dead, he's dead??" Lisa never expected this answer. After repeating it, she instantly felt awkward and self-blaming.

How could she still repeat what someone just deceased said and touch their sore spot??

Oh my god.

Lisa immediately regretted it, feeling extremely guilty. She should have asked about Michael instead.

She would have asked why Eva didn't mention the past and why Emily would always hesitate to talk about it, only sighing and saying, "It's her sad story, you shouldn't ask."

Now Lisa finally understood why Emily said it was Eva's sad story.

Finally, she also understood why Eva lived alone with the two children.

"Yes, I'm sorry!!" Realizing what had happened, Lisa immediately bowed to Eva and apologized. "Eva, I'm sorry... I really didn't know. If I had known, I wouldn't have asked you like that." So Lisa apologized to Eva for a long time and felt very remorseful, making Eva unsure of how to respond.

When she said "dead," it was meant to end anyone's curiosity about the children's father.

It wasn't that she didn't trust her friend Lisa, but she had already put some things away and didn't want to bring them up easily.

But if she had known that Lisa would be scared like this, she might have used a gentler approach.

In the end, Lisa blamed herself to the point that she didn't even mention going to the bar again.

After a long day of flying and with her period, Eva still felt exhausted, so she went to bed early that night.

When she woke up the next day, Lisa eagerly said to her, "Eva, guess who I ran into at the bar last night?" Hearing that, Eva instinctively furrowed her brow.

"But didn't you go to bed early last night?"

They even said goodnight to each other, so why did Lisa go to the bar with Adrian?

Lisa laughed happily, "I saw that you weren't feeling well, so I went alone."

"So, did you meet someone?" Eva asked curiously.

"Yes." Lisa smiled as she brought up what happened last night.

Lisa looked sweetly at her and said, "It wasn't in vain that I waited for him for such a long time. Finally, I got to see him. I knew you were my lucky goddess. My luck arrived with you."

"So, have you made a move on him?" Lisa's excited face instantly turned disappointed. "No.... Last night, he seemed really down and drank a lot, so much so that he ended up passed out on the bar counter. I was thinking of taking this opportunity to approach him, but then his friend came over."

Upon hearing this, Eva's expression became thoughtful.

Eva understood that adults in modern society face immense pressure, and occasionally having a drink to relieve stress is understandable. However, according to Lisa, this man frequently goes out to get drunk, sometimes even to the point of unconsciousness.

To be honest, Eva didn't hold this kind of man in high regard. Is running to a bar and getting drunk the solution whenever they encounter a setback that feels like life or death?

Nevertheless, seeing Lisa deeply immersed in love, Eva ultimately chose not to say anything.

In a hotel suite,

The blackout curtains were pulled open, instantly filling the room with brightness.

The glaring light shone upon the handsome face on the large bed.

The person who had been lying there like a corpse finally showed a slight reaction. He furrowed his brows and opened his eyes.

"Awake?" A clear male voice came from the sofa.

Adrian, who had just woken up, took only a few seconds to identify the owner of the voice, John.

The glaring light made him uncomfortably close his eyes again, and he remained motionless on the bed.

However, John knew that he was awake. Seeing that he was unwilling to acknowledge him, John continued on his own, "How long do you plan to keep this up?"

The person on the bed ignored him.

John seemed to have already guessed that he wouldn't get a response. He didn't even wait for one. He finished speaking and moved on to the next sentence, "The doctor must have told you that you can no longer drink, right?" The person on the bed still didn't utter a word.

John, usually mild-tempered, couldn't help but scoff. "Or are you planning to drink yourself to death, leaving your parents to mourn for you?"

After finishing his words, John remained silent, sitting there and waiting.

After a while, the person on the bed finally got up and expressionlessly went into the bathroom.

Watching him, emotionless and unresponsive, John was at a loss for words. Ever since Eva left with Michael five years ago, Adrian had turned into this ghostly existence.

It's not like he was despairing. On the contrary, he excelled in his work even more than before. The Blackwood family business was now in a position practically unchallenged by anyone.

But all of this was because Adrian treated himself like a machine.

Apart from work, it was drinking.

No more participation in any recreational activities, less sleep, and even stomach problems.

At first, Adrian could still get drunk, but as time went by, alcohol sometimes couldn't even numb him.

John could tell that he wasn't seeking revenge or anything of the sort. He was just doing things that allowed him to escape reality.

Thinking of this, John got up and walked to the front of the bathroom, knocking on the door. "Don't forget about the charity auction tonight."

There was no response from inside. After thinking for a moment, John decided to say, "Vivian is here. You got drunk last night, and I answered the phone for you. She'll come to replace you when you wake up. I've conveyed the message, but I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After finishing his words, John picked up his coat and left the hotel.

Once he was gone, the sound of water echoed in the bathroom.

Adrian, who had gotten drunk last night, could only take a shower at this time.

By the time he finished washing, it had been half an hour, and his phone started ringing.

Adrian glanced at it and saw Vivian's name on the caller ID.

He pursed his thin lips, remembering what John had said. After a moment, he turned around, grabbed a towel, and dried his hair, ignoring the call.

The phone continued to ring, but Adrian didn't pick up.

After about ten minutes, the doorbell of the hotel room rang.

Adrian opened the door expressionlessly.

Vivian stood outside holding her phone, and she looked a little surprised when she saw him.

"Adrian, I thought you were still sleeping. Why didn't you answer my call?"

Adrian gave her a quick glance and said coldly, "I didn't hear it."

With that, he turned and walked into the hotel, and Vivian, holding her phone, stood awkwardly for a while before following him inside.

Although she knew she shouldn't say it, Vivian couldn't help but speak up, "I thought...you didn't want to answer my calls at all."