The Rise of the Jackson's Heir

Chapter Seventy-Nine

“Let it out. Let it out.” Meehan said while rubbing Milton’s back.

Milton’s right hand was on the floor while he was pulling his hair with his left.

How could he let himself get this drunk?

“Sir, it is quite obvious you are still mourning your wife.” Said Meehan.

Milton nodded as his stomach did another somersault. Oh, how he would have loved what Meehan stated to be true.

He drank himself stupidly after meeting Simone earlier and she looked like shit.

Simone asked how he was fairing and after exchanging a few words, he couldn’t continue staring at her. While at work, Simone looked like she was holding up well. But outside, Simone let her grief wash all over her.

Milton’s lack of knowledge of how to speak to her angered him.

Meehan was here because Bryson saw Milton slipping away after talking to Simone and began drinking. Through the rest of the night, Bryson gawked at Milton.

He sent Meehan here because he didn’t want to come by himself.

However, not before telling Meehan, “don’t