Yazmin, who was originally guilty towards me, changed her face.

She immediately protected Zaid behind her, her face full of anger, "Finn, have you gone crazy?"

I stared at Zaid and said, "You better watch what you say."

Zaid also felt wronged and said, "Is there anything wrong with what I said? If it wasn't for your grandma's fake illness and emotionally manipulating Yazmin, how could she have ended up marrying someone like you?"

I looked at Yazmin and said, "Do you think so too?"

She didn't answer.

But sometimes silence was also an answer.

Three months ago, my grandma was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer. At that time, she was already 75 years old. Her biggest wish before she died was to see me get married and not be alone for the rest of her life.

To fulfill my grandma's last wish, I begged and even kneeled to propose to Yazmin.

But Yazmin thought my grandma was pretending and just trying to force her to marry me.

Maybe Yazmin has always looked down on me from the bottom of her heart.

She was the young lady of the wealthy Charles family. I fell in love with her at first sight in college and pursued her relentlessly for four years.

Coincidentally, Zaid cheated on her, and Yazmin, heartbroken, finally accepted my four years of devotion.

I believed my sincerity had touched her heart, and I thought I had earned her love.

But I was merely Yazmin's second choice, a dispensable figure in her life.

When Zaid got drunk and called her crying, confessing his regret and saying he was wandering the streets at two in the morning, she immediately set out without hesitation. She said, "Finn, he's drunk; it's too perilous for him to be out there alone."

I felt a sense of emptiness as I watched her figure disappear into the distance.

In the three years we were together, she never took the initiative to introduce me to her friends, nor would she act coquettishly towards me. The only person who could receive her tenderness was Zaid.

Being with her, besides the title of boyfriend, I had nothing.

Even in the eyes of outsiders, she and Zaid were childhood sweethearts.

She openly went out with him without any scruples!

If it weren't for my grandmother's limited time left and my kneeling and begging, she would never have agreed to marry me.

I looked at Yazmin disappointedly.

After seven years of loving her, I suddenly find myself lost in thought, wondering what exactly drew me to her in the first place.

Zaid was still stirring up trouble on the side, "Yazmin, take a look. Is my nose bleeding? I suspect that he tends towards violence, so you'd better stay away from him to avoid getting hurt."

Yazmin's attention immediately returned to him.

I used all my strength for that slap, and there was indeed a trace of blood on the tip of Zaid's nose.

Yazmin's face instantly turned dark, "Finn, apologize to him!"

"What if I don't?" I looked at her expressionlessly.

Yazmin looked angry, "Finn, you have disappointed me too much."

What I used to fear the most was disappointing her, so I had always tolerated and indulged her.

That was because I loved her so passionately.

But now I felt that nothing mattered anymore.

Zaid was unsatisfied with this, "Yazmin, my parents have never slapped me. Is an apology truly sufficient in this situation? I feel compelled to strike him back; otherwise, I won't be able to shake off this rage that's consuming me."

Yazmin glanced at me, trying to make me give in.

But I still showed no sign of surrender.

Yazmin was completely angry and decided to teach me a lesson.

With a gesture, she summoned two bodyguards who appeared out of nowhere and restrained me.

I smiled bitterly and didn't struggle, just quietly watching her.

Zaid walked up to me with a cruel smile and slapped me twice.

Blood flowed down from the corners of my mouth.

I remained silent, silently nursing my battle scars.

Yazmin said arrogantly, "This is what you owe Zaid. Now that you're even, I can forgive you if you apologize!"

I laughed sadly, "Thank you for being willing to forgive me, but I don't need it anymore!"

Yazmin narrowed her eyes, "Finn, as long as you think like a man, open up your mind, and be more generous, I am still willing to marry you. We can get our marriage license tomorrow."

I once kneeled to marry her.

But this time, she was willing to marry me, but I was no longer willing to marry her.

I touched my burning and painful face, "Yazmin, I said we broke up; I won't marry you."

Perhaps because I showed too much love for her before, Yazmin didn't believe I would give up marrying her, especially when she promised me to get our marriage license tomorrow.

She sneered, "What? Don't you want to fulfill your grandma's dying wish?"

I heard a hint of mockery in her words.

But before I could speak, Zaid couldn't wait to jump out and said, "Yazmin, I've said long ago that this guy is deliberately acting to deceive you. If his grandma is really dying, he should be in the hospital taking care of her. How could he deliberately wait for you with luggage here?"

I can't bear it anymore, "Shut up, you have no right to talk about my grandma."

My attitude thoroughly angered Yazmin, and she said, "You won't turn back until you hit a wall."

Yazmin indifferently called her secretary, Lucy, deliberately turning up the volume of the call to the maximum so that I could hear it. "Lucy, I asked you to reach out to Eternal Moments Studio earlier to arrange the wedding photography, but now I need you to help me cancel the booking. Also, cancel Finn's grandma's VIP ward qualification and transfer her to a regular ward."

Yazmin thought she could threaten me, and her eyes were fixed on me as she spoke.

I just quietly looked at her, feeling so ridiculous in my heart!

Lucy, on the other end, hesitated for a moment and cautiously said, "Ms. Charles, Mr. Shelton's grandma passed away three days ago on the night you agreed to get your marriage license."

"No way!" Yazmin trembled all over.

She looked at me incredulously and angrily asked, "Why didn't you report such an important matter three days ago?"

Lucy explained with some grievances, "Ms. Charles, you previously stated that Mr. Shelton's personal family matters do not necessitate being reported to you."

I heard the last sentence.

I wasn't surprised. I knew that Yazmin couldn't shake off Zaid in her heart. Zaid was always her top priority; I was merely a backup option.

She has never really cared about me!

After hanging up the phone, Yazmin looked at me, somewhat at a loss. "Finn, I'm really sorry. I didn't know about your grandma... Last time we met, she was fine. I didn't expect her to pass away suddenly."