He had drunk a lot that time, and had locked himself inside his room for two days. From that day on, he had started to live a decadent life, playing the field and feeding the media with all kinds of juicy stories. He struggled through this to get some attention from his family but failed, and his dissolute lifestyle continued. Now he was again hammered because of family matters, but this time it was different. Luke could see that the young master cared about Mrs. Mu more than he did about his parents, but it seemed that the young master still had a rough road ahead awaiting for him.
Luke knew that Edward was blaming himself for what had happened to Mrs. Mu. In Luke's opinion the young master might not be a good husband but he shouldn't feel guilty for what had happened in Mrs. Mu's childhood. Back then, they didn't know each other, and bore no responsibility to each other.
They arrived, and steadily, Luke parked the car in Edward's garage. He drew a deep breath and then began to help Edward out of car, which was not that hard, because Edward was still conscious.
"Uncle Luke, what happened to my daddy?" asked Justin, worried. Justin noticed the car light when Luke arrived. He ran out of his room and saw his father stumbling on his feet upstairs, supported by Luke.
"Hey, Justin! Don't worry, Mr. Mu just drank a little bit too much tonight. Why are you still up so late?" asked Luke. He frowned, and a trace of concern crossed over his cold face.
"Um! Daddy didn't come back, and I couldn't sleep. How come he's so drunk? Did uncle Duke and the others force him to drink again?" Justin knew that his father was good at drinking, and he hadn't seen his father being drunk not even once. What had happened?
"I don't know, " answered Luke. He thought that it was not his place to tell Justin, and that it would be better if Edward explained it to Justin in person when he was sober.
"Uncle Luke, are you sure that you want to throw daddy onto his bed like that?" Justin's mouth twitched slightly, because his father had an obsessive concern with cleanliness and order. Every day, the first thing that he would do when he came back home was to shower. If Luke put his father directly onto his bed like that, his father wouldn't be so pleased about it in the morning.
"Do you prefer him on the ground?" Luke gave Justin a stare. This was his father!
"I mean, he hasn't showered yet." Justin looked at his drunken father, and then looked at his uncle Luke frustratedly.
"Don't look at me like that! If I dare to clean him up now, he'll kill me tomorrow!" said Luke with a cold shiver. He wouldn't dream of taking off his young master's clothes, and there would be hell to pay if he ever did so.
Bah! If you just let him lie there all dirty and dusty, he will get you killed all the same, " retorted Justin. It was just a small thing. It was not hard to take off Edward's clothes. Why was it so scary?
"Kid, don't try to frighten me, I'm not that gullible, " said Luke. He had been working for Edward for many years, and if Luke didn't know what Edward liked and disliked, how could he have ever protected him in the first place?
"Do you really take me for a dead man? I'm just a little tipsy." The sudden voice made two of them jump out of their shoes. When they turned around, they saw Edward rubbing his temples.
"Haha! Dad, are you still conscious?" said Justin, as he climbed onto the bed and helped Edward massage his temples. Luke rolled his eyes at Justin's movement. The kid was pretty cunning, because now he was the sweet and well-behaved boy again.
"How did you expect I was? Passed out? So that the two of you could discuss more about how to deal with my body?" Edward kept his eyes shut, pleased by Justin's warm touch massaging his head.
"What? I haven't said anything like that. Right? Uncle Luke? Er, where is he?" Justin gave a quick look around the room and noticed that Luke was already gone. He realized that he could actually learn a thing or two from uncle Luke.
"He left while you were climbing onto the bed. You didn't notice, " said Edward. He opened his eyes and looked into Justin's lovely face. How grateful he was that Daisy had brought this boy to him, or else he would have never known what he had missed. When he thought about this, he pulled Justin into his arms, and his thin lips fell on Justin's little face.
"Eww! Daddy, you stink!" Justin laughed and tried to avoid Edward's touch, but he didn't really escape out of Edward's arms. For a moment, they were just joking and laughing, and everything seemed sweet, and warm. Far away from them, in an army base located in H City, Daisy was holding her phone and was pensively playing with it. She thought that maybe she should put on the battery. Because all of the troops would arrive tomorrow, that meant that all phones were to be handed in before the military exercise started. It was her last chance to make a phone call.
Report, Colonel! Interrupted by a sudden but familiar voice, Daisy looked up and saw Mark standing before her, worn oug from the road.
Oh! You've arrived. How was the trip? Is everything alright? Daisy put her phone back in her pocket feeling a little embarrassed, as if she had been caught doing something bad.
Yes, Colonel. Mr. Edward wants you to call him, said Mark seriously, though his eyes were sparkling mischievously.
Did you see him? Daisy had heard from Kevin that Edward went to the base, but she hadn't expected him to stay so long.
Yes, he seemed sad and tired, and I let him in to have a rest there. He was still in the Family Building when I left there, said Mark as he carefully watched Daisy's face. He was sure that something wrong had happened between Daisy and Mr. Edward, or else it would be very hard for him to explain why both of them had started to act so weird all of a sudden. Whatever it was, he didn't mind helping them.
What? He was in the Family Building? Did he vo through my stuff? Daisy was instantly nervous when she heard Mark's word. It would be so embarrassing if Edward noticed the newspapers piled up in her study.