Kate grabbed Mrs. Bishop's hand. "Mom, do you think that he really doesn't love me? Is it possible?"
"This..."
"Mom, it's impossible, isn't it?" Kate lied to herself again. She cried angrily, "He said in the past that no matter what I did, he would not be angry! How can he go back on his words? How can he marry Nia? Can Nia compare with me?"
"Kate..."
"Mom, I don't want to give up. I don't want to give up!" Kate cried on Mrs. Bishop's shoulder.
Mrs. Bishop could only pat her on the shoulder and comfort her. "Just take it as a break-up. Forget it in the past. Since you promised me, you should go to the wedding tomorrow and live a good life at home in the future. We won't provoke them anymore."
Kate kept crying and shook her head. "No, I'm not reconciled! That should have been my wedding! Now it's replaced by him and other women!"
The servant, Sister Wang, knocked on the door and said, "Madam, the soup is ready."
"Hurry up and bring it over!"
