A recent incident which had caused Tyrone sleepless nights surfaced in his mind, prompting him to continuously drown his sorrows in alcohol.
Rolf was at a loss for words.
Apparently, Tyrone had summoned him for company, so he wouldnt have to drown his sorrows alone.
Observing Tyrone, who had been drinking heavily and appeared unstoppable, Rolf deliberated before dialing Sabrinas number.
At that moment, Sabrina was awaiting her flight to Violetness in the lounge of Oslo Airport.
Recognizing the caller ID, she glanced at Bettie and Aylin, rose, and strolled to a more private area to take the call.
Yes, Rolf? Whats the matter?
Tyrone is drunk.
Hearing his name made her heart flutter. What do you mean?
Why should his drinking concern her?
Hes just been released from the hospital and is on medication. He cant be consuming alcohol. He isnt taking my advice.
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Do you expect me to convince him? If hes not listening to you, I doubt hed Listen to me either.
Could you at least try? He suffered those injuries because of his effort to save you. You surely wouldnt want to see him drink himself to death, right?
Although the situation wasnt critical, it could be bad for his health.
Frowning, Sabrina hesitated momentarily before responding, Fine, put him on the phone.
Sure.
Upon reentering the private room, Rolf found Tyrone about to down another glass of alcohol. He swiftly seized his wrist and said, Enough.
Tyrone shot him a perplexed look.
Rolf passed the phone to him, stating, Its for you.
He appeared not to have heard the ringing.
Tyrone, his eyes slightly glazed, took the phone, somewhat bewildered.
Hello?
Immediately recognizing his slurred speech, Sabrina knew he was drunk.
Striving to maintain her composure, she called out, Tyrone?