Chapter 28: Old Master Showyer's Grandson

"Did you drink a lot last night?" Terrance Lyson asked. "And you threw up. There were streaks of blood in it." He held the burly man's gaze, his tone calm and certain. The man froze. Last night at the club, the hostesses had kept topping him off until he was dead drunk. He had puked so hard his head spun, and he vaguely remembered seeing thin red threads mixed in with the mess. He had not taken it seriously. He never expected this young doctor to call it out in one shot. "Y-You… you followed...