Twenty minutes later finds Aaron dropping Katrina off at her apartment.
Before Katrina closes the door, she warns, ""Aaron, don't make trouble for that taxi driver.""
As a police officer devoted to maintaining the peace, Katrina is worried about the taxi driver. She cannot bear to see an ordinary person be punished severely for merely being rude. She knows what Aaron is capable of.
Aaron rests his hands on the steering wheel and looks at her coolly. ""I'll spare him if you give me a kiss. If you won't then, I am afraid he'll get what he deserves,""
Fury bubbles within Katrina at Aaron's words, and she can't believe he is actually blackmailing her like this. This devil is really getting into her nerves.
In the face of Katrina's wrath, Aaron can't bring himself to tease her anymore. ""Fine, I won't trouble him,"" he grumbles reluctantly.
Given his temper and personality, there is no way he can let someone who disrespected his woman go so easily. But he can't bear to refuse Katrina even more.
Consoling himself with the thought that dealing with an ordinary person is quite boring, Aaron decides to let it go this time. He doesn't want to spend his precious time with some boring activities.
***
Marcellus's apartment is dark except for the light coming through the French windows. Sitting on the floor, Marcellus watches the night scene outside as he gulps a mouthful of beer. His face is filled with indescribable loneliness and pain.
At that moment, the main door opens from the outside, and the living room lights up with the flick of a switch.
Marcellus raises his arm to shield his eyes from the harsh light.
Claire gasps in shock at the sight that greets her.
The living room floor is filled with empty beer bottles and cigarette butts. The air is so thick with alcohol that Claire can taste it in her mouth. In the middle of all the disarray, Marcellus is slumped over with a despondent look in his eyes. He is the epitome of a disheveled mess, his hair unkempt, and his shirt rumpled.
Until now, Marcellus has never indulged in smoking or drinking. He has always been conscious of his image and health, keeping away from vices at all times.
Seeing him behaving like this now frightens Claire a great deal. Recovering from her shock, she quickly runs to her son. ""Marcellus, what happened? Why are you drinking yourself to death like this? You just left the hospital, and you need to take care of yourself!""
Hearing the familiar voice, Marcellus opens his bleary eyes. Although his mother's figure is hazy, he can still recognize her.
""Mom,"" Marcellus slurs. When Claire brushes the hair out of his eyes, he suddenly sneers, ""Katrina and I are completely over. Are you happy now?""
Claire startles at the harsh tone. She watches Marcellus's face crumple before he buries his head against his knees.
He chokes with unspeakable grief, ""There's no chance for me anymore. She has a new boyfriend now.""
Seeing Marcel