Chapter 2After My Boyfriend Paid Off His Junior's Debt

Seeing that I didn't respond, Ryan tenderly cupped my face.

The gesture I once loved now seemed utterly disgusting.

"Babe, trust me, I just want to help her because I feel sorry for her. You know we've known each other for so long. Bella is a good person, and she even said she likes you a lot."

I pushed his hand away and said coldly, "My parents cut off my money long ago because I wanted to be with you. Where would I get money to give you?"

Ryan seemed not to hear the sarcasm in my words: "Babe, you're your parents' only child. If you explain the situation to your aunt and uncle, they'll surely help you, won't they?"

I asked in return, "Do you like Bella?"

Ryan's eyes clearly flashed with guilt, but he quickly covered it up.

"How could that be, babe? Everyone knows you're the one I love most. She's just a junior I'm close with. I just feel sorry for her and want to help. Don't overthink it, babe."

I stood up, not even looking at him: "That's your friend, not mine. I have no obligation to help you solve their family problems."

Ryan frowned: "Amelia, weren't you always the kindest and most understanding? Why have you become so unsympathetic now? Your family has money, your parents are still alive and have income sources. What about Bella? She lost her mother at a young age and ended up with such a father. You're really... really out of touch with reality!"

Saying this, he went into the room and dug out his bank cards, then left for Bella's house without another word to me.

I didn't know how Ryan could say such shameless and morally manipulative words, as if I was the root cause of all Bella's suffering.

I quickly packed some of my belongings and sent Ryan a text message: [Let's break up.]

Then I blocked and deleted him.

In this life, I'll see how long he can last without my wholehearted support.

Right now, Ryan is at a crucial stage in his startup. In my dream, I knelt before my parents for his company, drank until I had a gastric hemorrhage at business dinners, and wholeheartedly helped him. And him?

Did he really like me?

In every intimate night we shared, was he thinking of me or his deceased junior?