Magnus twisted his head sharply toward him.
The glare in his eyes was so furious, so unhinged, that Timothy physically flinched and took another step back. His throat tightened. He didn’t dare say anything else.
Magnus marched straight toward him.
Timothy quickly moved aside, pressing himself against the wall as Magnus brushed past him without a word.
He stormed out of the bedroom and thundered down the stairs.
Back in the kitchen, he grabbed the whiskey bottle from the counter and lifted it straight to his lips.
He chugged it down aggressively.
After a few large gulps, the burn hit his throat brutally. He coughed loudly, doubling over slightly, one hand gripping the counter for support.
His head spun.
But he didn’t drop the bottle.
Instead, he staggered toward the living room.
He sank heavily to the floor, his back hitting the couch behind him for support. His body slumped against it, but his hand never loosened around the bottle.
He continued drinking.
The alcohol slid down his throat, making his chest burn, his vision blur, his body grew heavier by the second.
Timothy hurried toward him, alarm written all over his face.
Just then—
Timothy’s phone rang.
He glanced at the screen and answered quickly, stepping slightly aside but keeping his eyes on Magnus.
He listened in silence for a few moments.
Then his expression changed.
After hanging up, he looked at Magnus carefully.
“Mr. Graves… Mrs. Graves is leaving Manhattan tonight. She has a flight to London. It’s at four in the morning.”
Magnus’s head snapped up.
His eyes were bloodshot.
“Why the hell are you telling me that?” he barked. “She’s not my wife anymore. She divorced me. So why the fuck are you still informing me about her?”
Timothy swallowed.
“Sir… she’s really leaving the country tomorrow,” he said softly. “I thought maybe you would want to stop her?”
“Are you deaf?!” Magnus roared, cutting him off.
He struggled to stand but failed, slamming the bottle down beside him instead.
“How hard is it to understand?” he continued furiously. “You’re not allowed to tell me anything about her from now on. I don’t need updates about her whereabouts or what she’s doing with her fucking life. Do you understand?”
