Wendy’s words hit the biggest sore spot in the depths of Harold’s heart directly.

He too knew very well that he had always been nothing more than an idiot who could never get anything done at all.

He had had the halo of the Wilson family hanging above his head in the past, and he did not have to worry about making ends meet at all. He could also barely be considered a rich heir.

But now, everything was already down to zero.

He would not have any halo to rely on anymore in the future, and he would not have anyone or anything to back him up so that he could just sit idly and use up all of his fortunes in time. If he were to continue being so muddle-headed as he got on with his life, it was very likely that he would end up being like those unemployed people who could not even find a partner even when they were already forty or fifty years old.

He suddenly remembered Barty Willow’s movie called Mr. Tree in which Barty Willow had played the role of a character who seemed to be a litt