As a responsible and intelligent employee, he knew he had to inform


    Loraine about what had happened in order to prevent any unnecessary misunderstandings in case the


    live-stream situation escted.


    After sending the message, Carl breathed a sigh of relief. Even though it was likely that Loraine might


    be asleep and not see it, it was still better to have informed her in advance.


    He knew all too well that Marco had suffered greatly today for keeping the information from Loraine


    about going to the cemetery with Keely.


    After a while, he looked towards the room again, his mind still filled with worry, and let out a sigh.


    He truly didn’t know how in the world Marco would be able to handle the situation with the mad Keely.


    After the door closed, only Keely and Marco remained in the room.


    Keely looked at the man who had enchanted and bewildered her with deep affection, and whispered


    gently, “Marco, it’s just the two of us now.”


    Marco furrowed his brow and replied coldly, “So what?”


    He calmly observed Keely, waiting for an opportunity to regain control over her.


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    In that moment, blood stains trickled down Keely’s neck. It was a horrifying sight. Yet she appeared


    oblivious to the pain as she pointed sorrowfully at the walls of the room, her voice filled with anguish.


    “Marco, look at this; look at the photos adorning these walls. Don’t you remember anything about our


    past?”


    Marco’s eyes flickered to the pictures adorning the walls, his reaction one of pure repulsion.


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    Countless photos filled the room, most of them showing him and Jorge, a few with Keely standing


    amidst them.


    Yet, every picture with Jorge had been savagely removed by Keely, leaving behind only the ones with


    her and Marco


    Keely’s Laugh was a soft sigh,den with bitter memories and wistful reminiscence.


    “Do you recall, Marco? I’ve known you since we were mere children.


    You’ve always had this aloof demeanor, indifferent to others. Many children were scared of you, but I


    wasn’t. I thought you were cool and wanted to get close to you.”


    Her Lips curled up into a ghost of a smile as she wistfully thought of those innocent days. But that brief


    moment of softness swiftly transformed into a searing bitterness.


    “I yearned to be near you. I made every effort to stay by your side.


    Marco, you can’tprehend how much I desired to be engaged to you


    But why did it have to be Jorge?”


    Marco’s brow creased at the sharp bitterness in her tone.