The Gambling King’s oldest boy. I had not heard that name for a very long time.
Before I could say anything, Percy laughed first.
He looked at me with clear dislike and spoke with a mocking smile.
“What Gambling King’s oldest boy? He’s just a useless loser who got thrown out by his own family and hangs onto the Vargas family, a worthless kept man who eats for free and does nothing.”
“The type I hate most is trash like this!”
I am trash.
Then what did that make Eulalie, who made her money by leaning on me?
And what did that make Percy, who was being kept by Eulalie?
When did these two even get together?
Was it after my first car crash?
Was it when I drank until my stomach bled just to help Eulalie lock in a deal?
Or was it when Eulalie was chased by enemies, and I took a bullet for her, ending up badly hurt and unconscious?
It had been too long. I could not remember it clearly.
I only recall that while I was being hospitalized, Eulalie ended up with this young nurse.
The two of them acted like sparks hitting dry wood, loving each other until they lost all reason.
During those days, I often got messages sent by Percy.
I lay flat on the hospital bed, my face turned pale.
There was no one beside me.