---- Chapter 21 In the end, it was my father, leisurely fishing by the river, who stopped him. He put down his fishing rod and looked at him seriously. "Mike, stop pursuing her. The opportunity was right in front of you, but you didn't cherish it. You pushed her and her daughter further and further away." My father shook his head slightly, his tone full of regret. "Now you regret it and want to pursue her, but it's too late." Later, Mike somehow found out that the real reason I made the decision to leave for a foreign country was because of the video that Jennifer had purposely sent me. He urgently came to find me, his face as pale as paper, and explained through tears, "Shannon, it's not what you think! It was a misunderstanding. We were just playing a game of truth or dare. The content of the video wasn't real..." ---- He repeatedly emphasized that while abroad, he had only helped Jennifer and her child out of moral duty, and there was nothing else. But I just looked at him with an indifferent face. I no longer wanted to question whether the past was true or not. After all, it no longer had anything to do with me. Later, in the bustling business world, I met a like- minded and highly compatible business partner. Through frequent interactions and communication, feelings slowly developed. He proposed to me, but I turned him down. I looked into his sincere eyes and said softly, "I don't plan to marry again." Afterward, I asked Melanie, ''Would you like to have a new daddy?" Melanie blinked her bright, sparkling eyes, mischievously glanced behind me, and then clapped her hands and laughed. "If it's Mr. Wilson, I'd like ---- him to be my new daddy!" At that moment, Mike, who had arrived just in time, happened to overhear. His face immediately turned as pale as ever, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. Without a word, he silently turned around and left with unsteady steps. After he left, the nanny quickly approached and handed me a letter, saying it was from Mike. My father, curious, leaned over to look at me. "What does it say?" I didn't even glance at it. I took the letter, tore it apart, and casually threw it into the bin. "It doesn't matter anymore." My tone was calm, as if discarding something unimportant. Two years later, time passed, and I occasionally heard rumors about Mike. Some people said he couldn't survive in Cheria anymore, that he had been in a car accident, severely ---- injured, and fell into a coma. Others said he was driven mad by love and hate, and ina fit of rage, he stabbed Jennifer, eventually ending up in prison. As for the truth, I never looked into it. Because, to me, it no longer mattered.