Byron meant every word he said. He would never marry Wendy.

Hearing this, Melody only felt her temples throbbing violently. She raised her hand and pressed her temples as she looked at her son opposite her. "You came here early in the morning to piss me off, didn’t you?"

Byron did not budge. "If you're feeling unwell, I can take you to the hospital now. However, if you still want to threaten me to marry Wendy, I can only say that it's impossible."

The two sat in silence for a long time.

Melody waved at him angrily. "Hurry up and go. Don't linger in front of me."

Byron nodded noncommittally. Before leaving, he did not forget to say, "I’ve left someone at the door. You can tell them if you need anything."

After speaking, he strode out of the cafe without waiting for Melody to respond.

"President Lawrence, are you going back to the company?"

The driver asked respectfully when he saw him getting into the car.

Byron paused. Rosalie's residence flashed in his mind.

‘I wonder how