53. Am I the reason he hates you?

"Yohan... please go to sleep," she pleaded.

Recognizing her, Yohan clenched her hair in his fist and pulled her closer.

"I hate you. Get out of my sight," he spat, pushing her away with contempt. Sara regained her composure, wiped her tears, and lowered her head.

"Why are you drinking so much? Alcohol isn't good for your health. It's poison," she said softly.

"You're the worst for me. More poisonous than poison. I hate you. I hate you," he rambled on, before finally succumbing to sleep.

Yohan woke up with a pounding headache and noticed the white bandage wrapped around his palm. Memories of the previous night flooded his mind, reminding him that Sara had been there, taking care of him and tending to his wound. His eyes landed on Sara's mobile phone, which stirred a mixture of emotions within him.

Leaving the bedroom, Yohan made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find some food or a comforting scent. However, he was met with disappointment as