Let's drink up!" Lilah laughed, raising her glass.

Three women, a whirlwind of drama.

That night, they went through seven bottles of wine, each feeling slightly tipsy but still chatting animatedly about everything under the sun.

The conversation eventually turned to Absolon.

Surprisingly, the atmosphere didn't turn somber; it became even more spirited.

Joselyn stood up, bottle in hand, one hand on her hip, and declared loudly, "To be honest, I, Joselyn, look down on Absolon.

I can't believe he's so cowardly! At a time like this, he should be actively cooperating with treatment, yet his first reaction is to find a quiet place to die alone. It's utterly absurd, absolutely ridiculous!"

Lilah, also a bit tipsy, chuckled foolishly, "Joselyn, maybe he just doesn't want you to see him in such a vulnerable state.

For the people he cares about, he's very considerate. He actually..."

"I don't believe it, " Joselyn scoffed, collapsing onto the sofa. "If he cared about me, why is he still like this, not saying a word more than necessary?"

Lilah was at a loss for words.

Miranda quickly chimed in, "He's scared. At this point, saying more would only add to the trouble. Why not keep his thoughts buried until the end?"

She was right; that was Absolon's mindset.

Joselyn, furious, threw the bottle on the floor. "How did you two end up with such a cowardly father? Does he think he's noble, that this is what's best for us? It's laughable."

Then, as if making up her mind, she steadied herself against the sofa.

"Joselyn, don't be impulsive. If Dad doesn't want to talk, let him be, okay?" Lilah tried to restrain Joselyn, barely managing to hold her back. "After all, Dad has his own considerations."

"Don't hold me back, “ Joselyn, emboldened by the alcohol, pushed Lilah aside and staggered towards the door.

"I want to ask him what's going on in his head, how he can be so cowardly, " she said, ending her statement with an unintentional belch.

Lilah and Miranda quickly followed but kept a slight distance, curious to see what would unfold.

Joselyn made her way to Absolon's room and knocked, "Open up, Absolon. It's me. I have something to ask you."

Absolon, still awake, opened the door immediately upon hearing the commotion.

There stood Joselyn, awkwardly, her gaze unfocused, cheeks flushed, and reeking of alcohol.

"You've been drinking?" Absolon frowned. It was already past midnight; what was going on with her?

"Absolon, tell me, did you take your medication on time today?