AS THE food and wine tasting event was already done, Bruce was now in the Wellington mansion, specifically in their bedroom.

In front of him was a bottle of whiskey and a glass. He sipped on his drink and leaned on the chair. Bruce sighed, gripping the glass tightly as the alcohol didn't even affect him.

A long time had passed after Bruce's conversation with Jake, but still, his words lingered in his mind.

“August…” Bruce muttered while staring at the ceiling.

His other hand clenched into fists