He broke off their engagement.
He even sent Katie a message: [Don't come looking for me. I can't help with your family's problems.]
Katie was devastated.
She tried borrowing money from all her rich friends, but no one was willing to help.
Falling from grace, she stood in the pouring rain, crying that they were all liars.
She was even dragged into a back alley by some vagrants and nearly lost her dignity.
When I found her, her clothes were nearly torn off.
I beat up those vagrants and chased them away. After that, Katie collapsed into my arms, trembling.
She said she was grateful I was there. I took her home and took good care of her.
She was a girl I had liked since college. How could I just let her go?
I used all my savings to help her make a comeback.
During those days, I often stayed up all night writing plans, nearly running myself into the ground.
I drank with clients until I had a bleeding stomach, almost dying on the operating table.
Katie, the clueless little princess, relied entirely on me.
Eventually, the company revived.
Katie was very moved and wanted to transfer the company into my name, saying she couldn't do it without me. She decided to marry me.