“You know I have a wife, right?” Henry said quietly, his voice low and firm. “Everything my mum said—she only said it to make you feel better, to atone for judging you before knowing the full story.”

Molly blinked, her breath catching. What? After everything I did, after all my efforts... it’s all going in vain? Does Young Master even have a heart? Isn’t he supposed to feel sorry for me—take me home, comfort me?

Her lips trembled. Oh, right... this is reality, not some short romantic play. I can’t believe this. After planning everything so carefully, it finally worked—and now he’s saying this? What on earth is he talking...