Ah, the boyfriend suffering from an illness!

She had sold the bracelet he gave to her for $800, 000, possibly to pay for her boyfriend's treatment. Did this mean that in her eyes, Marcus meant nothing to her?

The care and companionship she provided him with were merely an act?

Marcus, born into nobility, never really took women seriously. Now, the first time he developed genuine feelings for a woman, it turned out she had only been stringing him along. How could someone as proud as him endure such a betrayal?

He sat in his room in pensive silence.

The phone was thrown aside, and the bracelet was tossed into the trash can.

He thought he'd never find her again.

But if fate ever brought them together again, he would definitely make her regret for the way she treated him.

Just then, a light knock on the door broke the silence. "Marcus?"

Marcus looked up, only to find that it was his father, Waylen, at the door. "Hey, Dad."

Waylen smiled at his son faintly.

Sitting down across from his son, he observed the latter's unhappy expression and mentioned lightheartedly, “You moved out a while back.

Why do you keep coming home so often this week?"

Marcus pretended to be unfazed and retorted, "Dad, didn't you want me to visit often?"

Waylen chuckled and casually teased, “I'm just worried you haven't found a girlfriend yet! What about that secretary of yours from before? Ross told me you were interested in her. What? Did you scare her away?"

Marcus really didn't want to talk about it, so he grabbed a magazine from the coffee table and said briskly, "We weren't a good match."

"Is that so?"

Waylen felt somewhat disappointed. From what he had heard from Ross, things were going well between the young couple, but it turned out that his information was wrong.

His son, despite being such an excellent young man, couldn't even have the woman he liked. What a pity!

Trying to keep the mood light, Waylen said with a smile, “Marcus, did you know that at your age, I was about to meet your mother?"