Luke Land had drunk a lot, and Asher Land, unable to watch any longer, reached over and snatched his glass away.
"Are you a man or not? If you are, take her back now." Asher Land's voice was cold, but Luke Land paid little attention. He directly grabbed a bottle of red wine from the coffee table and took another big gulp.
Asher Land was powerless against his second brother and said nothing more, turning to go upstairs.
In the dead of night, the solitude in one's heart becomes even more pronounced.
A "bang" echoed, the sound of a glass falling to the ground.
The noise was loud enough that Eva Miller, recently a light sleeper, heard it immediately.
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and the noise from the hall only worsened her restless frustration.
She quietly climbed out of bed, slipped on a pair of slippers, and walked downstairs.
Only a dim wall lamp was on downstairs, and without a closer look, she couldn't see anything clearly.
