"Why would he do this?"
"If he doesn’t like me, why didn’t he just tell me?"
"Why did he give me hope, only to let me down..."
Renee Jennings hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell Daisy Chapman the whole truth. She had the right to know everything.
"Daisy, Young Mr. Quinn has been in love with that woman for ten years. Her name is Anna." Renee’s voice was wrapped in a careful gentleness. "Misty said that Young Mr. Quinn thinks you look a lot like Anna."
BOOM—
Daisy Chapman’s whole body shook as if struck by lightning, her breath catching in her throat.
She murmured to herself, "What does that mean? What is he trying to say?"
[Oh my god, is this some kind of substitute romance plot?]
[Psycho!!!]
[Hugs for Daisy Chapman, don’t be sad.]
Daisy Chapman stood up and stumbled out of the camera’s view.
Seeing this, Renee Jennings said to Misty, "Go comfort Daisy."
[We have to expose this fucking scumbag! I’m so pissed!]
[So disgusting.]
[Did that scumbag’s proposal succeed?]
Renee Jennings sighed softly. "No, it didn’t. That woman, Anna, is already married."
[Hahaha, serves him right!]
[So satisfying!]
[Wait! Young Mr. Quinn rejected Daisy’s proposal because he wanted to marry Anna. Now that his proposal failed, will he turn back and try to marry Daisy?]
[Ah??? God, I hope not!]
[Daisy Chapman, you are not allowed to marry that scumbag, you hear me? Have some self-respect!]
This was also what Renee Jennings was worried about.
’Daisy Chapman loves Young Mr. Quinn so much. Will she choose to compromise?’
Daisy Chapman took off her sunglasses and buried her face deep in her knees. Suppressed, intermittent sobs escaped from the crook of her arms, and her shoulders shook uncontrollably.
Misty came up to her feet, rubbing its small, round head against her pant leg again and again, trying to comfort her in its own way.