They were right. He and his mother were the same people. If his mother hurt Laura, then he had too.

So he stood there dejectedly and watched Laura go further away from him.

A big hand suddenly fell in his shoulder and shook him out of his trance.

“You're married now. You should focus on your wife and let Laura be."

“Does it look like I'm pestering her?" Forrest asked in an almost depressing tone.

“Well... Alick quirked an eyebrow.

“Are you not?" “Of course not! I mean, I know we've broken up, but we've loved each other passionately before. Can't we attempt friendship? I just want to care for her like a friend. Is that so wrong?"

“Unfortunately, it is wrong, buddy. Being friends with your ex? That's nonsense. I've never understood how people do it!" Alick looked at the seemingly broken man and added, “Just let her move on and live her own life, man."

Forrest clenched his fists, turned around and went home angrily.

Divya was what one would call the perfect daughter-in-law, pleasing Hana at every turn, even though she was the daughter of a very noble family that married into the Walters family.

Divya was just serving a perfectly stewed bird's nest soup to Hana.

“Since Forrest is too busy to take care of you, I'll do that for him as your daughter-in-law."

Hana grinned happily and shook her head.

“You don't need to do that. You know you are a precious egg to your parents. I can't let you be treated like a worker here."

Divya lowered her head and smiled shyly.

“I know that that can never happen. You love me too much to treat me wrongly," Divya said with another shy smile.

Forrest entered the house at this time and saw this.

“Divya, go upstairs!" he ordered angrily.

“Forrest? What's wrong?" Alarmed by his tone and countenance, Divya stood worriedly to go to him.

"I have to talk to my mother. Go upstairs!" He looked at her sharply. Hana then stood up and patted Divya gently on the hand.

“Why don't go upstairs first, hmm?"

Divya pursed her Lips and nodded.

But she felt really uneasy.

What was so serious that Forrest wanted to talk to his mother about? She pondered over this as she walked upstairs.

She slowly opened her door for Forrest and his mother to hear the sound. Then, she turned and hid at the stairs and waited for Forrest to speak. She had to know what this was about.