NovelOnlineChapter 157
"When did Quinn start seeing a therapist?"
Clearly, he was shaken too, despite his anger towards Quinn that had been simmering since yesterday. Ryan sat
back down, his emotions now settled.
"She started therapy after coming back. Mom said she grew up in an abusive foster home."
Shouldn't someone with severe psychological issues be forgiven for making a small mistake?
Simon glanced at Clara beside him, hesitating before finally speaking up. "Clara, I'm really sorry for the way
things went down this time. | promise | won't jump to conclusions and accuse you again. I've been thinking a lot
about Quinn andthese past few days. You're my fiancée in name, yet | was with her behind your back. That
was totally my fault. If you agree to take the blfor this incident, I'll publicly announce our engagement is off,
and we'll go our separate ways."
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Up until now, there hadn't been an official announcement in their social circle about the broken engagement.
Even though Simon and Quinn's wedding plans were in motion, society was always quick to judge women
harshly. As long as the engagement wasn't officially called off, Clara would be seen as someone who was
dumped before even getting to the altar.
She looked into Simon's eyes, but he couldn't hold her gaze. She turned to Ryan, who also avoided looking at
her.
Clara tapped her fingers lightly on her coffee cup and smiled, "Alright."
She took out her phone and posted on social media: [I fabricated the recording and going around.]
She had a lot of followers, though she couldn't remember them due to her amnesia. The post quickly got tons of
comments, but she didn't bother reading them and handed the phone over to Simon.
Simon pressed his lips tightly together, his fingers trembling slightly. Memories of the good times with Clara
suddenly washed over him. Clara was genuinely good to him. In the dead of winter, she'd make soup for him, not
saying a word even when she burned herself. She'd stay by his side when he was drunk and always stared at him
with those bright, sparkling eyes. But now, all of that was gone.
Simon tightened his lips, took a deep breath, and posted on social media too: [Quinn and | will be getting
married at the end of the month. My engagement with Clara was called off a while ago. | apologize for all the
hurtful things I've said about her. It was my fault for changing my mind and breaking our long-standing
engagement. | disappointed her. | even belittled her repeatedly just for my reputation. I'm sorry. From now on,
we'll be strangers.]
This post also caused quite a stir.
Clara, after reading it, felt quite satisfied. At least this jerk knew how to craft a decent apology.
She stood up to leave, but Simon suddenly got up and hugged her. Clara froze, catching a glimpse of Dylan
passing by the large floor-to-ceiling window. She wasn't sure if he'd seen her, but it made her feel oddly
uncomfortable.
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Before she could push Simon away, he let go. "Clara, I'm sorry about Quinn and
me."
Clara's attention was already on Dylan's retreating figure, her heart anxious and in no mood for Simon's words.
She quickly left the café, hurrying after Dylan.
Dylan was surrounded by several executives, likely on their way to the event. Clara caught up to him, trying to
take hold of the wheelchair, but Aiden moved it aside.
"Ms. Clara, please just stand by."
She glanced at Dylan, noticing the downturn in the corners of his mouth; he was clearly displeased. "Sorry, Mr.
Dylan, | was handling something and got held up for a few minutes."
She assumed his displeasure was due to her tardiness and promptly admitted her mistake. But Dylan didn't say
a word, the tension around him almost tangible.
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