Becoming a Laughingstock

Phillip took a deep breath and stared at Melinda. His face hardened and his voice was deep and cold, with his usual calmness.

However, if one listened carefully, one would find the quiver in his voice.

"Mother, what are you talking about?"

Melinda's expression was sorrowful as she rushed over to grab Phillip's hand, her eyes turning red.

"Phillip, I have let you down. I didn't expect that you would ... This is my fault."

Phillip's hand clenched into a fist. He looked at the gloomy face of the graceful and dignified woman. His eyes were filled with intense hatred.

No wonder Ann suddenly insisted on breaking up with him and pressed him with her life.

Phillip lowered his head slightly.

Half of his face was hidden in the shadow, so was his facial expression.

Only his jaw was set firmly.

"Why wait until now to tell me?"

His voice was low, cold, and emotionless.