Chapter 56: Two People Crying Like Kittens

Facing the sea breeze, Lena took off her shoes and walked on the soft beach. In the distance, she saw fathers playing with their children by the sea. Thinking of little Helen, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. To outsiders, Lena looked like a lunatic. A brave child approached Lena, offering tissues, "Auntie, don't cry, wipe your tears!" Seeing the innocent smile of the little girl, with two adorable baby teeth showing, Lena's troubles lessened by half. A child's smile was the purest and most healing remedy for sadness.

Squatting by the sea to wash off the sand from her feet, Lena put her shoes back on and started the car. "Hey, come out and have a drink with me!" She hung up the phone and headed straight to the largest bar in the capital city. Friends were the ones who could unconditionally accompany you when you needed them.

When Lena arrived, Alice was already waiting for her at their usual spot. "Brother, bring out your strongest drink," Lena ordered.

"Are you crazy?" Alice looked at her puzzled.

"We're not going home tonight until we're drunk!"

"Let's drink!" As soon as the waiter brought the drinks, Lena took a gulp.

"Another one!" "Miss Luo, don't drink anymore; it's dangerous for a girl to drink so much outside," the waiter advised.

As frequent visitors to the bar, Lena, Alice, the waiters, and the bartender were all familiar with each other. Lena kept drinking one glass after another, and Alice couldn't stop her. "Don't drink anymore," Alice pleaded.

"Isn't it just Grayson? Tomorrow, sister will introduce you to someone more handsome and wealthier than him," Lena slurred her words.

From Lena's fragmented words, Alice guessed that Grayson had a girlfriend. "Are there really people in the capital who are more handsome and wealthier than him?" Alice was genuinely stumped.

Lena held her glass, pouting. Lately, Alice was also not having an easy time, with Charles constantly bothering her every few days. The two of them had rocky love lives.

In a daze, they both leaned on the table, a bit tipsy. "Am I beautiful?" Lena asked.

"Yes, beautiful," Alice nodded with half-open eyes.

"You're my best friend; you're definitely saying I'm beautiful."

"Waiter!"

"Miss, what can I do for you?"

"Bring the most beautiful lady here."

The waiter was surprised and looked at Lena with colored glasses—this girl had specific tastes.

Ah! This was the first time encountering such a situation.

The customer was God.

The waiter reluctantly brought over a lady.

"Is she the most beautiful one here?"

"Yes, yes."

By this time, Lena was a bit slurred in her speech, making it hard to understand.

"Then, do you think she's beautiful or I'm beautiful?"

The waiter was in a dilemma, looking at Lena, then at his colleague. People around also gathered, holding their glasses, eager for drama. Some rogues whistled at Lena and Alice.

"You're beautiful," the waiter said, wiping the sweat from his forehead after speaking.

"I'm beautiful, why doesn't he want me anymore!" Lena collapsed onto Alice, crying heavily.

When Grayson and Charles walked in, they initially didn't pay much attention to the crowd. But when they heard a woman crying, Grayson paused. Wasn't that his little wildcat's voice? As he approached, his inherent royal aura created an invisible pressure, and the crowd instinctively made way for him. When he reached the table, he saw two women sobbing with their heads in their hands, their makeup smudged, looking like little kittens.