Chapter 78 Drown One's Sorrows In Alcohol

In the studio, only the gurgling sound of the water dispenser could be heard, as if trying to cover up Aurora Sinclair's soft sobs.She wasn't crying for herself, but was filled with deep sympathy for Eric Sinclair. Dodo was just a child of a few years old. He had been so sensible over the years that it was heart - rending. Now, because of her, he was being talked about by others. Aurora Sinclair felt that she was far from a competent mother.