Chapter 155: The Yare Family's Doom Is Near

With the strength Lawrence Lidyard possessed, if he didn't want to get drunk, he could have burned off most of the alcohol with his internal energy-even after downing a couple bottles of baijiu, a strong Chinese liquor. Yet that night, after only about eight ounces, he got drowsy and nodded off. "Maybe only in dreams can Dad see Uncle Weston again," Michelle Lidyard said quietly, her voice thick with sorrow. It wasn't the alcohol-he was drunk on grief. Levi Casson nodded. That bond of brotherhood...