Chapter 137: Unveiling Vulnerabilities

Rebecca emerged from the kitchen and made her way to the living room, balancing a tray filled with about eight cans of beer. Her steps were deliberate, but her face betrayed the turmoil within her. Hazel, who had been reclining comfortably on the couch, straightened up, her eyes narrowing as she watched Rebecca drop the cans onto the coffee table with a thud. The sight was unusual enough to make Hazel arch an eyebrow in surprise. "Okay, so what's going on?" Hazel asked, her tone a careful mix of curiosity and concern. She couldn’t help but let her gaze linger on the cans of beer, each one a potential window into Rebecca's unraveling state. Rebecca didn't answer immediately. Instead, she settled down on the couch, but the moment she did, her composure crumbled. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and before Hazel could utter another word, Rebecca was crying—sobbing uncontrollably as she buried her face in her hands. The sight was enough to make even Hazel, with her well-honed instinct