Leonel, holding the phone, replied, "Yes, sell every one of them."

After hanging up, he took another look at the cars he used to cherish. He knew he had to let them go, just like he had to let go of his memories with Alexis. It was hard, but he had no choice.

Leonel took the elevator and rode it up to the top floor.

He entered the master bedroom. Everything was just as it used to be.

It felt like Alexis was still around.

He stood there for a moment, and then headed to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of red wine.

Since the accident, he hadn't been drinking much, because of his bad leg.

But today, he needed a drink.

He poured some wine into a tall glass and downed it.

The dark liquid flowed smoothly down his throat, his Adam's apple moving with each swallow. He looked intense and alluring.

He kept drinking until the bottle was empty.

His left leg started to throb.

Leonel's eyes were fixed on a small coffee table in front of him.

There was a photo of him and Alexis.

He reached out and gently picked it up, brushing his thumb over the glass.

He kept drinking until the ache in his leg was dulled by the alcohol.

But no amount of alcohol could make him forget about Alexis.

The household staff found Leonel passed out from drinking and quickly contacted Noreen. She wasted no time in calling Jamison Glyn, Leonel's doctor. Jamison rushed over in the dead of night, ready to give Leonel a piece of his mind.

He was furious to see Leonel in such bad shape.

When Leonel came to, his left leg was twitching with pain. Though Jamison was upset, he gave Leonel a painkiller injection but it didn't do much to help.