Maximo impatiently shoved him away.
"Already what? You don't mean to say she's dead, right?!"
Dr. Marlon froze.
Seeing this, Maximo smiled knowingly, a mocking smile on his face.
"She'd better be really dead. Trying to use such despicable means to fight for Matilda's affections? Then I hope her wish comes true."
He straightened his askew collar and said matter-of-factly, "Go tell her that she must apologize for her mistake. If I don't see her apologize to Matilda by tomorrow, the wedding is off."
With that, he turned and left, phone screen black.
Dr. Marlon stood behind him, his face ashen with anger, muttering dejectedly, "It's better if you don't get married. A scumbag like you doesn't deserve a girl as good as Terra."
Maximo, seething with anger, tossed his phone to the repairman, paid three times the usual fee and got it home in an hour.
"Terra..." The empty house held no familiar aroma of food, no gentle response.
He stood at the door, enveloped by a piercing chill.
The next second, without even taking off his shoes, he rushed into the bedroom.
Only after seeing all my clothes and skincare products still in their places did he collapse onto the floor, utterly exhausted.