Chapter 543: Is helping supposed to be this draining?
[FLASHBACK]
"Silas!" Ivy roared, storming her way to the small apartment couch where Silas was sleeping. She stopped a few steps from the couch, face crumpling in dismay as she looked around at the trash scattered everywhere.
There were countless empty bottles of beer around, some empty chips, boxes of pizza, and some white substances on the coffee table. She didn’t need to examine what that white substance was. Ivy was already aware of Silas’s problematic addiction.
"Silas Zhu!" her voice thundered, and it echoed in the small apartment. She held her hands into a tight fist, grinding her teeth, eyes bloodshot at the man on the couch.
"Ugh..." Silas grunted and winced, holding the side of his head on instinct. He peeked from his one eye, catching a figure standing not far away from him. "Who —"
"I said get up!" Ivy angrily marched toward the couch, slapping Silas’s shoulder to wake him up. "What the hell are you doing right now?!"
"Ah!" Silas shielded himself from the slaps landing on his shoulder, forcing himself to get up. When he sat up, he held Ivy’s wrist, frowning deeply, looking up at her. "What are you doing, Vee? Do you know how that hurts?"
His breath reeked of alcohol, making her draw her head back. Ivy aggressively snatched her wrist from him, standing before him with a sour expression. She assessed the man from up and down, disappointed at what she was seeing.
"Silas Zhu, what do you think you’re doing with your life, huh?" she breathed out, suppressing the building dismay in her heart. "We talked about this last time. You said you’re going to fix everything! I thought you were doing better!"