Chapter138: Brewing Schemes

The night had dragged on, and the once lively atmosphere in Rebecca’s living room had dissolved into a haze of drunken slurs and incoherent muttering. Rebecca had continued to drink, each gulp of beer blurring the lines between her reality and the painful memories she was desperately trying to drown. Hazel watched her with an expression that was half concern, half calculation, her mind always working, always scheming. Rebecca slumped deeper into the couch, her eyelids heavy as she tried to mumble something else, but her words came out as nothing more than a garbled mess. Hazel only caught fragments—something about betrayal, love, and regret—but it was all jumbled together, lost in the alcohol that now coursed through Rebecca’s veins. Eventually, the mumbling slowed, and with a final, tired sigh, Rebecca’s head lolled to the side. She was out cold. Hazel waited a few moments, ensuring that Rebecca was truly asleep before allowing herself to relax. Her eyes flicked to the clock on the