---- Chapter 10 At my words, Ambrose lowered his head and buried his face in his hands. His shoulders trembled as his sobs grew louder. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for all the terrible things I've done." He was the son of the esteemed Sinclair family and the youngest chief surgeon at Ashforde General Hospital. Ambrose had a brilliant future ahead of him. But now, he couldn't even find a single eligible woman through introductions. The moment people in his circle heard about the things he'd done, they all backed away in fear. It had taken him a long time to finally find someone who actually took an interest in him. Unfortunately, Nellie, who was as crazy as ever, had ruined everything. ---- Sometimes, people really did get what they deserved. Still, seeing Ambrose in such a state brought me no satisfaction. His so-called guilt was nothing but crocodile tears. It was insincere to the core. As I stood to leave, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and begged, ''Tali, please... Give me another chance." "You're not sorry for what you did to me," I said bluntly. "You're just sorry for where you ended up. You've lost everything, and now, you're scared. Calling it guilt is just a way of making yourself feel better. "You never gave a damn about me. All you ever cared about was yourself. So, drop the act." With that, he released his grip, completely defeated. ---- In the days that followed, Ambrose didn't show up again. Then, one rainy afternoon, a sharply dressed man walked into my cafe. "Hello, Ms. Fanning. My name is Karl Jensen, an attorney with Sinclair Group," he said in a formal tone. As he spoke, he handed me a business card. "May I ask what this is about?" Karl pulled out a folder from his briefcase, then explained, "Mr. Ambrose Sinclair wishes to transfer all his assets to you. That includes real estate, stocks, and 5% ownership of Sinclair Group. This is the transfer agreement. Please have a look." I froze, staring at him incredulously. "Why would he do that?" "Mr. Sinclair said he owes you. He hopes you'll