Watching Ophelia's tone grow more agitated, Cyrus remained indifferent, his expression unchanged. Even when he spoke, his voice was cold and distant. “Ophelia, my choice to marry Vivienne has nothing to do with anyone else.”

“Even if it weren’t her, I still wouldn’t marry you. You deserve someone better.”

Ophelia suddenly sneered, “Better? What’s better, Cyrus? What you’re really doing now is refusing to admit that you’ve wronged me, isn’t it? The ...