Chapter 134

Facing his accusations, Henry couldn't bring himself to respond. All that was left in him was a deep, overwhelming sorrow. He had known from the start that someone like him and someone like her-born into two completely different worlds-would never last. Still, he simply couldn't stop himself from falling for her. He'd once promised to make her happy, but looking back, he hadn't given her a single peaceful day. That's why, after she left, despite the pain and resentment, he never tried to get her back. Because he had failed her. As the memories played over in his head, Henry's eyes turned red with the sting of unshed tears. Then suddenly, as if something clicked, he sharply turned to look at Marlow, who was just as weighed down by grief. "Wait, are you saying she ended up with depression because of me?" Only after his breakdown did Henry realize what Marlow had actually said earlier. Marlow stared at him coldly, his eyes full of contempt. "What's the point of talking about it now?" "It