Annabelle Hughes returned to the Summers Family home, but Haley Summers had not yet come back.
She changed out of her gown, purposefully choosing a skimpy nightgown to wear, and waited quietly.
Her mother used to wait for her father like this. Regardless of whether he came home reeking of alcohol or stained with lipstick and perfume, she never asked much, she just gently brewed sobering tea for him.
Growing up seeing and hearing this, she imitated it quite convincingly.
It was not until midnight that Haley finally returned, his steps a bit unsteady but still able to walk, reeking of alcohol.
"Haley, I'm sorry. I was wrong." Annabelle Hughes proactively threw herself into Haley Summers' arms.
"Haley, I will listen to you from now on."
Annabelle babbled as she tried to kiss Haley, and he blocked her lips, tearing at her already skimpy clothing.
While they were in the heat of the moment, Haley's assistant knocked furiously on the door from outside.
