“Enough of this. I won't marry you."

“Please! Harlan!" Panic surged through Brylee as she appealed to her parents for support.

“Dad, Mom, you have to help me!"

Brylee was their only child. Despite their embarrassment, they attempted to sway Harlan.

“Harlan, Brylee has made a grave mistake, but she's realized her mistake. Please forgive her this once. She's our only child. Our fortune will be yours when we pass."

Brylee's father tried to entice Harlan with their wealth.

Harlan met their gaze, stating, "I'm sorry, but I can't spend my life with someone as vindictive and petty as Brylee. I fear she might kill me in my sleep if she doesn't approve of something I've done."

There was such news.

His fear was palpable.

Harlan sidestepped them, making his way to his mother.

“Mom, let's Leave."

"Don't walk away, Harlan. Are you going to Rosalynn? She's surrounded by men, and she has no interest in you. Don't delude yourself!" Brylee yelled, intending to follow him.

Brylee's mother, her eyes reddened, caught her arm.

“Enough, Brylee. Don't humiliate yourself any further!"

“No. I won't leave Harlan!" Brylee's cries echoed in the room, fury burning in her eyes.

“Rosalynn, I won't spare you!"

Barlow drove Rosalynn back to her place.

“Are you hungry? Would you like to grab a bite before heading in?”

Barlow asked.

“No, I'll eat something at home," Rosalynn replied.

Barlow intended to tease her further, but upon seeing her pale face, he thought better of it.

As they pulled into her apartment complex, Barlow asked, “Are you sure you're okay?"