Chapter 877

"What?!" Irene exclaimed in shock. "It's just drunk-driving—it's not that big of a deal," Zachary quickly explained. "I'm basically fine. They're just telling me to have my family get me, but my mom won't come for me since it's been a while since I've been home. That's why I have to call you." In fact, Mrs. Slate was used to him not going home for up to half a month. "Should I tell your mom?" Irene asked. "Nope," Zachary replied. That left Irene musing. "Was it about last night?" "Yeah." Irene was left frowning. "Isaac was just saying that you'd tough it out. Why would you try drinking your sorrows away?" "It was just a few glasses." Irene was speechless—a few glasses, and he ended up getting arrested? "What can I do for you?" "Nothing. Anyway, time's up. I have to hang up now." And with that, the call was cut off. "Haha…" Tommy was laughing and rolling around on the couch from Erin's tickles. Irene put down her phone then, rolled up her sleeves, and headed to the kit