"Boo-hoo, he's alive, he's actually alive." Right in the middle of the living room, a well-built man covered his mouth and cried out loud.
Onlookers gazed at him in doubt, "Since when did you start caring so much about Michael Gallagher?"
"It... it doesn't have anything to do with me..." The muscular man rubbed his swollen eyes, took a deep breath, sniffled, "His being alive just means there's no hope for me."
As long as Michael Gallagher lived, whether he was gay or straight, the third son of the Thompson family would never glance his way.
He experienced a profound heartbreak!
Seeing a grown man crying his eyes out like a drama queen, the bystanders cringed in disgust and moved further away, giving him more breathing space.
The query from Jeremy's mother didn't alter James Leaford's expression. He glanced at Michael Gallagher and stated unequivocally, "What kind of explanation do you expect from me? Do you want to force my niece to marry your son?"
