Although I Dedicated Half of My Life for You, You Betrayed Me!

"I'll take care of The Dupont and Frank families."

I nodded.

I even admired Neil a little. For Marion's happiness, he was willing to go to such lengths.

When I walked onto the top floor of the Langham Hotel, which had the widest view, I received several messages from Neil.

[The Frank family confirmed that Marion is fine. The Dupont family also said they wouldn't sue us.]

I leaned against the window, quietly watching the birds flying outside and replied.

[Well, that's good.]

Just as I was about to put down my phone, Marion sent me a bunch of photos and a series of messages.

[Sorry, I sent it to the wrong person.]

I zoomed in on the photo. Marion was drinking tea and picking things out. The firm wrist hand of the person sitting opposite her wore a familiar Rolex limited edition, the birthday gift I had given Neil.

I sat on the sofa and waited for a long time until the sunset. Neil never came. When I called him, the call was answered in one second.

"Hello, hello."

It was a stranger’s voice.

The tone on the other end was very respectful as he spoke, “I am the manager of the Dupont Jewelry. Sorry, Mr. Brown has reserved the store and is choosing a ring with his lover."

"Excuse me, who are you? What can I do for Mr. Brown? I'll let him know later."

I hung up and headed straight for the airport.

On the other side, Neil checked the time on her phone and said to Marion, "Marion, see if there's anything you like. Bracelet. Necklace. Ring. Anything. I'm sorry about this time. You can pick whatever you want. Just consider it Sophia's apology to you. I'm leaving now."

Marion rested her chin on her hand and looked at Neil deeply.

"Neil, don’t be in such a hurry. I haven't decided what to choose yet. What do you think? Is the emerald or sapphire fit me more?"

At that moment, Alice rushed into the store, drenched in sweat.

"Mr. Brown, the private plane that Miss Harris took to Italy exploded and crashed into the sea!"

The jewelry Neil had just picked up slipped from his fingers and clinked on the floor with a crisp sound.

His voice trembled with disbelief as he asked Alice, "What are you talking about?"

Alice seemed conflicted, but she continued, "Mr. Brown, Miss Harris waited for you to have lunch from noon until evening. But she said you were too busy, so she took a plane and left."

Neil's voice suddenly rose as he said, "Then why didn't she call me? She never did this before."

After speaking, Neil abruptly lowered his head, pulled out his phone and opened his call log. The man then turned to look at the store clerk. His tone was frantic.

"Did you answer Sophia’s call? Why didn’t you tell me?"

"What did she say?"