Upon hearing these words, Yigol Foster's heart felt bitterly cold.
"Why? Why are you so sure I'm not the one you like? Even though I wasn't a good man before, since I met you, I've been really determined to become one. Why won't you give me a chance?"
With a 'hehe,' Forsythia Brown looked him up and down and said, "Yigol Foster, we've known each other for quite some time now. I've heard you say these things more than once or twice, even going so far as to swear that you'll be loyal to me from now on. But, Yigol Foster, how did you wind up in the hospital? Don't think I don't know."
It must've been Ave Carlisle who told her about his hospitalization.
How embarrassing, losing face like this, and once again assuming the image of a debauched playboy in front of the woman he loves.
He knew she was different from other women. He genuinely wanted to treat her well, but she didn't believe it, which made things difficult.
