Chapter 112: Drowned Worries

PIETRO

“Don Carusso.”

In a dizzy state, I raised my head to see the person who recognized me. “Pericles?” I asked in a slurred voice. Even though my vision had turned fuzzy, I could still recognize Pericles whom I grew up with and who had always been with me through good times and bad times.

I’ve been through everything with Pericles that it would be counted as betrayal if I failed to recognize him even in this drunk state.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him, my head lolling off to the side as he crouches down in front of me.

Pericles faced me eye to eye. I gave him a serious look expecting to welcome his disappointed gaze, but I received a worried look from him instead.

I waited for Pericles to utter a word, to scold me for getting drunk in a club all by myself despite of my identity, deliberately putting myself in danger.

However upon seeing my pitiful state, he didn’t dare to do so. Instead, he kept his silence and stole the bottle of alcohol from my hand.

I tried to tight