Sure enough, the moment Caspian Rhodes finished asking, everyone in the room turned their attention back to Ivan Yates.
Melanie Yates was a bit slow on the uptake, but she finally caught on. "Ivan, don't you normally hate drinking? Why were you drinking yesterday? If Rachel hadn't been with you, you would've been driving drunk!"
Mr. and Mrs. Yates hadn't thought much of it at first, but hearing their daughter, they realized something was amiss. They joined in, pressing him. "Melanie is right. We were too worried about your injuries to ask before, but now you need to tell us the truth. What were you doing yesterday? Why run off to drink in the middle of the night?"
Ivan Yates's face went white. He never imagined the conversation would suddenly pivot to him.
"I... I..."
"'I' what? Spit it out!"
