The manager swiped the card again, and this time, the transaction went through successfully. He felt finally at ease. Retrieving the card, he handed it back. "Thank you, sir. The bill is settled."
Dafydd didn't glance. He simply took his card and turned to look at his son.
The crowd was long dissipated. And with the manager gone, only there people remained there.
Dafydd looked at his son's friend and asked, "Didn't I ask you to look after him? How did he end up like this?"
Zenon's brows furrowed slightly as he darted his gaze back at Bryn before saying, "Uncle, I have tried my best to stop him. But he was not in the right state today. He didn't listen to me and then all this happened."
Dafydd's jaws clenched and it was clear that he didn't like a per cent of how the night had turned out to be.
But with his son already in such a heavily drunken state, he had no choice but to take him back home first.
