Chapter 911 What Will Be, Will Be

It was him, the person that she loved. However, it was pointless to say that right now. It would be nothing but a burden and extra pressure to him. "I don't want to say it right now. Maybe you'll know in the near future. Or maybe you'll never know, and you don't have to," Waverly choked out. "For him, you're willing to sacrifice your reputation and fall from grace?" Bellamy was furious. "Yes, so you don't have to worry about me anymore. I want to go back. I must." Waverly's eyes were bloodshot and she didn't want to speak anymore. She was about to have a mental breakdown. She walked out of the broadcast room and went back to hers, closing the door. Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows, bespeaking unmitigated annoyance. "Mr. President, what should we do now?" Bellamy's subordinate, Quill, asked. Bellamy stared at the computer. Waverly had publicly stated her intention to divorce during the live broadcast. Whatever he did wouldn't have any power