Chapter 63

Of course, I remembered. That night, Wynnie had been crying outside and asking me why I had asked for a breakup and had abandoned her. I had been sitting on the couch in the living room. As the scenes of the past slowly flooded my mind, I felt my heart sink gradually. The breakup had been painful for Wynnie, but it had been heart-wrenching for me. Although her dad had passed away and the Jakeman family had collapsed, she still had her mom. However, after I had chased Wynnie away, I seemed to have lost the reason to live. If not for Mdm. Foster, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet Wynnie again. Wynnie didn't do anything to me. She merely took out her phone and switched on the projector to play a video. It was surveillance footage. In the video, Wynnie kneeled at the door and kept knocking. The neighbor showed up to persuade Wynnie, but she refused to leave. The voice in the footage wasn't clear, and there was some background noise. But I could hear Wynnie crying her