Chapter Three
It felt as if a stone was pressing down, suffocating, a dull pain throbbing within.
Ryan Gregory furrowed his brow, his complexion darkening, serious and earnest, "Tell me honestly, when you say it's not too optimistic, is it better or worse than five years ago?"
Charlie Harris really couldn't bear to say it, he sighed, and spoke evasively, "The specific condition, I'll only be able to draw conclusions after the examinations."
Ryan already understood the hidden meaning in those words.
Because, given Charlie's character, if things were even slightly better than five years ago, he wouldn't keep quiet about it.
The more one tries to skirt around the issue, the more problematic it likely is.
But why did he feel as if he had recovered?
Except, occasionally after drinking, he would feel uncomfortable…
Lately, he had gradually reduced his drinking.
Is it that the heavens want to play such a joke on him once more?
