Cyril's entire body trembled as if he had been given a big blow, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with raw hatred, but his feet seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move.
Selwynn slowly traced over the hunched figure in front of him without a word, but he seemed to know his answer already.
He withdrew his gaze coldly, "If there is nothing more, then I'm leaving."
Cate took another look at Cyril, seeing that he had made no other move to stop him. He knew that the farce today was over.
A defeated coward was not worthy of a second look from him.
Cyril stared at the ground blankly, watching the black shoes of the man he hated the most in his life lift to leave. He knew that this was the last and only time he would be able to confront him before he left.
Did he really want to just leave things here like this?
The man who left him in ruins, the man who forcibly took away his happy life?
Just leave like this...
No!
