"Hazel Yi, am I so untrustworthy for you to trust?" Zac said in a hoarse voice.
"No, you are not!" She shook her head cruelly. He lied to her to ward off the marriage with his mistress, took her as a substitute, and even designed a plot to make her give birth to child. Nothing was trustworthy at all.
Looking at her resolute expression, his heart felt like it had been run through by a basin of heated iron, and even his pores were filled with pain. "Since I am so unworthy, you don't have to hurt yourself for me. Come down, quickly down."
"Hurt myself for you? Don't even think about it. I did it for myself," Hazel said coldly. She was dispensable in his heart, and he was also insignificant in her heart.
"I will give you anything you want as long as you come down."
"Really?"
"Yes." Zac nodded solemnly and added in a cold tone, "Except leaving, you should know it is impossible. Even you are dead, you are also my ghost."
