Frans nurtured Mellisa in this way, saying that his love was sincere.
He just selfishly wanted to make Mellisa his puppet. If anything happened in the future, Mellisa's identity would be a bargaining chip for him!
Leonard's breathing was unstable, and his fingertips trembled slightly as he pulled a cigarette out of his trouser pocket.
He was suddenly very grateful for the blessing of fate, because if not for that coincidence, he would never have met Mellisa.
This is fate and luck.
...
In the waiting room, after Leonard left, Frans took a deep breath.
He relaxed his palm, and pulled out the shards from his hand without changing his face. "Jean, I've shown my sincerity, how about you?"
"What do you want?"
