Taking Care Of Darren Madeline reacted quickly, stepping back instinctively-but not fast enough. Darren’s vomit splattered onto her clothes.

She had never taken care of anyone like this before. The moment the vomit hit her, she bolted straight to the bathroom, scrubbing herself clean. After changing into fresh clothes, all she wanted was to crawl into bed and forget the whole ordeal.

But as she passed by the living room and saw Darren lying there utterly disheveled, a flicker of sympathy stirred in her chest.

Memories surfaced-memories from years ago, when things were different. Back then, they had just gotten married, and her world had crumbled when her family fell into trouble. She had drowned herself in alcohol, seeking an escape from reality.

And every single time, she would end up just as intoxicated as Darren. However, she would wake up the next morning tucked neatly into bed. Darren would be seated beside her.

She slowly approached Darren, picked up a clean set of clothes, and began changing him.

However, the task proved far from easy. Darren was not only too tall but also completely uncooperative. After much effort, she finally managed to change his jacket.