The Daxon Mansion looked dark and silent when Gevan’s car stopped in the front yard. The engine had not fully turned off yet, but the door was already open. Gevan stepped out with unsteady movements. His body leaned forward, one hand bracing against the car door to keep himself from falling.

Claudia, who had been waiting in the living room, immediately stood up as soon as she heard the sound of the car.

“Finally home,” she muttered.

She stepped outside and found Gevan standing with a disheveled face and reddened eyes. The strong smell of alcohol hit her at once.

“You’re drunk?” Claudia asked, even though the answer was already...