Chapter 90

Damian's POV 

I met my lawyer in the office, and I was offered a bottle of soda by his assistant.

"Oh, he doesn't take that." He said, waving the lady away, but I held her by her hand.

"Hey, bring it here, I will take it." I said, his eyes met mine, his brows creased. I knew what he was going to say next, and I simply didn't care. I took the can and opened it, and I took a sip, not minding the belly ache that would come right after.

The assistant left his office quite confused, but Silas finally had his chance to speak.

"From all I remember, you don't take this or that has changed."

"It doesn't matter." I took another sip, and I heard my belly rumble, his judging eyes met mine, and I responded with a feigned smile.

"Are you okay? With all that had been going on around you, I would consider that an insensible question but I am still worried about you. How are you doing?"