Tears welled up in Melissa's eyes as she apologized, saying, “I'll clean them up right away."

Without delay, she crouched down and scooped up the fragments with her hands. She then discarded them into the trash can.

The sharp edges of the pieces cut her hand, causing it to bleed. But she didn't care about the injury.

She just focused on cleaning the mess up as soon as possible.

Melissa wished she wasn't involved in this situation, especially in front of Marcus. Even if they didn't have anything to do with each other, she owed him 800 thousand dollars.

As she lowered her head to clean the scattered pieces, she was unaware that Marcus had turned to look at her.

He noticed the blood on her fingertips.

His gaze took in her slender frame, noticeably thinner than before, and her pale, almost colorless face...

Marcus frowned.

Was this how she was living these days?

Did she choose this?

If she were living well, he could simply resent her. But why did she look so pitiful now?

This left him with conflicting emotions.

Melissa picked up all the broken pieces.

She reached for a mop to clean the floor. However, the manager quickly intervened and said, "There's a guest here. You can't use a mop. Get down on your knees and use a rag, and try not to bother the guest."

He added, “If you can't handle this properly, you might as well resign."

Melissa said in a low voice, "I can do it well."

She quickly got the rag. Ignoring the curious stares from those around her, she knelt on the floor and wiped the stains until the floor tiles were clean.

Afterwards, Melissa washed her hands and resumed taking orders and serving coffee to the guests.

She avoided looking in Marcus' direction, acutely aware of the different worlds they inhabited. Their encounter today was coincidental. If he demanded the money she owed, she would try and pool fifty thousand dollars as a start.