He never mentioned it again; this matter was a thorn in his heart. Once mentioned, it would be like pulling a thorn, causing his heart to ache...
"Maybe," Morgan Benson suddenly picked up a bottle of red wine, opened it, filled a glass, and began drinking alone.
His complexion turned slightly cold, and for the first time since entering, his smile faded, as if he carried many burdens.
"Brother..." Emma Benson saw this expression on her brother for the first time, so she quickly moved to sit beside him. "Brother, what's wrong? Are you troubled?"
"Heh..." Morgan smiled at her, his large hand gently brushing aside the strands of hair by her ear. "It's nothing, how about keeping your brother company for a drink?"
Emma hesitated but then picked up an empty glass. Morgan smiled as he took it, filled it, and handed it to her.
"Cheers." He raised his glass and then downed his drink in one go.
