The announced date had not yet arrived.
It was after Derrick had already come, raised all sorts of havoc, and left.
Between the two who had once been close enough to share a bed, an unbridgeable chasm had formed.
Derrick blamed everything on Cecile, and Cecile likewise considered all of this to be Derrick’s fault.
But one thing was certain: both of their lives were ruined.
Derrick would be charged three hundred thousand gold, and Cecile would be charged one hundred thousand gold.
Even selling this house and disposing of everything they owned, the money they could scrape together was barely over forty thousand gold.
Tap, tap.
In the meantime, Cecile’s fingernails clicked together, making an unpleasant sound.
“You wretched girl... How dare you do this to your mother... To the woman who gave birth to you...”
Cecile’s blue eyes brimmed with moisture.
“Ungrateful wretch...”
She had said they should…
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