"I need to distract myself.”

Weylin lightly slapped his cheeks and climbed the stairs to his father’s office.

It was 10 am and he planned to keep himself as busy as possible to avoid the reminiscence of the events revolving around Garaine.

As he climbed a few more steps, a waft of alcohol assaulted his nose. He stopped in his tracks.

“Alcohol?” Weylin frowned. “Who is drinking alcohol this early in the morning?” He quickly reached his father’s door when the scent of alcohol intensified. He