Chapter 117

Dion had a long day out with Emilia. At the end of it all, he was tired. He needed a shower and to go to bed. He opened the door to his room. He met a whole mess. His room seemed turned upside down. Broken vas, torn sheets, ruptured curtains, thrown table.

//--What on earth— --//

He saw Mpumi at a corner, chucking down a bottle of alcohol in her hand. She too was a mess as the room. Case closed; she was the culprit.

//--Alcohol? I thought the doctor told her not to have any of those. I thought she was working on herself. Who was I kidding? She will never change. --//

Without saying a word, he turned back and walked out. Immediately, Mpumi felt like she messed up. She got up, empty handed and ran after him. She felt bad about what she did to his room. She was infuriated earlier, but now she was calmer and back to her senses.

“Dion?”

He did not stop for her.

“Dion, please!” she chased after him in the passage. “Dion, I’m sorry!” she finally managed to grab his elbow. He did not ap