“Jeremy, what exactly are you thinking?”

The man looked at her with a calm and indifferent expression.

“Eveline, no matter what I think, I won’t think about you anymore,” he said coldly and took out his ID card again. “Take it if you want to. If you think it’s dirty, then I guess you don’t have to register an account for your son.”

“My son? Is he only my son?” Madeline laughed sarcastically. The drops of fine rain fell heavier, blurring her vision.

“Do you still remember what you said when you knelt before me? You said, ‘Linnie, I’ll make you happy for the rest of your life.’ But it turns out that the happiness you gave me is so short-lived.”

She looked at the ID card that was wet from the rain. She restrained her emotions that were tethering on the edge of a breakdown and refused to shed a tear.

“I’m getting married to Ryan the day after tomorrow. I’ll return your ID card when you come for the ceremony.”

Madeline took the ID card and left decisively.

Jeremy stood in the rain a