Credence had drunk three whole bottles of vodka in a row, and his stomach was burning badly.

He endured the burning pain in his stomach and the sharp pain in his knees. He forced himself to stand upright and mustered the strength to walk out of the room. He took a puff of smoke and walked towards Marvin with a faint smile. He was tall and straight, like a proud pine tree.

His eyes were as deep as ink. However, at that moment, he was smiling with joy, "What did Jonathan tell you over the phone? Are you sure that he's found a suitable bone marrow donor for Belle?"

"Yes!...