Chapter 3

The next morning, I prepared the meal and was waiting for Ian to join me.

In this vast home, just the two of us made it feel incredibly empty.

He seemed in a good mood, idly playing with an egg in his hand.

Seeing that I was only having cereal, he even picked up some vegetables for me with his fork.

To the unknowing eye, one might actually think we were a couple.

Unfortunately, one couldn’t judge by appearance.

During university, my family fell into decline. The company went bankrupt, and my father was kidnapped by debt collectors and eventually killed.

My mother was in a car accident and became comatose.

I had planned to borrow money from the Taylor family, but Grandpa Taylor had passed away.

Ian's father avoided me.

Ian's mother, an elegant and dignified woman, looked down at me as I bowed deeply in front of her, with a mix of pity and disdain.

"I'm sorry, but our family can't help you," she sighed.

I trembled with humiliation and left the house I had visited countless times.

I worked day and night, earning money.

The little money I had for medical expenses flowed out like water, yet it was like dropping stones into a bottomless pit.

At that time, Ian's first love, Megan, had left him to pursue her dreams in the USA.

And Ian's mother was rather pleased with this, as she already had a favored daughter-in-law in mind.

Thus, she ordered Ian not to pursue her, or she would disown him and Iran would have to sever ties with the Taylor family.