"Where were you the entire night?"
Adam questioned as soon as he saw Diego walked into the living room. His eyes were puffy and swollen while his hair look disheveled. The redness in his eyes was a clear sign that he had been drinking a lot.
"I—I was at a friend's place," Diego stammered, unable to lift his gaze above the floor.
"Why did you do it this time?" Adam asked, his voice remaining exceptionally calm. It was a calm that terrified Marcella more than any shout.
Marcella swallowed hard, her eyes flying to her husband. "Adam, please, let him freshen up first. Then—" She stopped abruptly when Adam cut her off with nothing more than a simple glare.
"Answer me! Why did you do it again? Instead of helping the company, instead of being the man I raised you to be, you were filling your account again with money!?" Adam's voice thundered in the room, causing Diego to flinch.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Diego mumbled, his head still bowed in shame.
