Under Thane's expectant gaze, Sybil took a deep breath, as if making a monumental decision, and pointed her finger at Karl.
"I'll save Mr. Karl."
The words were clear, cold, and utterly devoid of hesitation.
Boom—
Thane felt like something had just exploded inside his brain. His eyes widened in disbelief, staring blankly at Sybil as if trying to find a trace of a joke or reluctance on her face.
But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Only the resolute relief of a burden lifted.
"Why?" Thane's voice cracked, his expression twisted in incomprehension and agony. "Sybil... you... you chose him? You're giving me up for a foreigner you met a few days ago?"
A colossal sense of betrayal and absurdity caused his entire body to tremble. He couldn't stop his voice from rising. "Do you have any idea how much I gave up for you?!"
His parents, his status as a wealthy heir, everything he owned!
He loved her so much! For so many years!
Sybil avoided his desperate gaze and bit her lip, pulling out a high-sounding excuse for herself. "Thane, I'm sorry, but Mr. Karl was dragged into this completely innocent. I can't let him suffer because of us. Besides, your parents are so cruel. Even if I saved you this time, how would we survive? Neither of us has the ability to start over on our own, but Mr. Karl can take me away. He can give me a new life..."
"A new life?!" Thane finally understood what Sybil really meant. He cut her off, his voice warping from extreme rage and agony. "So from the very beginning, you never cared about me, Thane Crown! You only cared about the Crown family's money and status! Now that I'm broke, you couldn't wait to find a new sugar daddy! You've been playing me this whole time! Everyone was right. You are a fake, vicious bitch! I was so damn blind!"
All his love, all his persistence, completely morphed into bone-deep hatred in that very moment.
Being called a bitch ignited a spark of anger in Sybil, and she couldn't hold back either. "You think you're worth loving?! You have no maturity, no grace, and zero ability to solve problems! You're nothing without your family's gold plating! Stripped of all that, you're not even worth a second glance! You're nothing but a pathetic clown who only knows how to throw a tantrum!"
Their falling out naturally fell into Loyce's line of sight. She was the mastermind pulling the strings, and this outcome was exactly what she had predicted.
The lead kidnapper seemed to have watched enough of the soap opera and impatiently demanded, "Cut the crap! Where's the money?!"
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