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Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 1211
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His gaze, cold and detached, fell on Keely.

“From this point forward, all my support and care for you ends. Your fate is no longer my concern.”

Keely paled, frantically pleading, “But Marco, you promised Jorge you'd look after me!”

“Enough! You often wield Jorge’s nas a weapon, but ask yourself. Do you truly deserve his affection? Your

greed has outweighed the favors

I've extended over the years.”

Keely finally understood that invoking Jorge’s nno longer held sway. Panic set in.

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In the past, even when imprisoned overseas, she Lived comfortably.

Marco's consistent care cin the form of regular supplies. She even had the resources to post bail.

Once released, Keely cunningly reached out to Leopold under the guise of Marco, seizing an opportunity to return

home.

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But if Marco genuinely stopped caring, hardship was inevitable!

Indeed, if the Powell family deemed her worthless, they wouldn't spare a second thought for her. She'd be left

utterly helpless, with nothing to fall back on.

“Marco, | admit my mistakes. | promise not to repeat them. For Jorge's sake, please forgive me!”

In desperation, Keely fell to her knees, clutching Marco's leg as her tears flowed freely.

Marco recoiled, his frown deepening. “I've afforded you multiple opportunities, Keely. But you chose to squander

them. This is the end.

There are no more chances.”

He didn’t spare Keely a second glance, instead he turned his eyes towards the rain outside. His concern for

Loraine overwhelmed him, and he rushed out in the direction she had taken.

Meanwhile, Loraine trudged through the rain, her heart heavy with despair. Her face was streaked with either

rain or tears. It was hard to tell.

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Her eyes held a vacant expression. She didn’t seek refuge from the rain. Instead, she hoped that it would

intensify and that the cold would somehow soothe her.

But things rarely went according to plan, and the rain slowly turned into a drizzle.

Loraine laughed bitterly at herself, the sadness deepening.

She felt foolish for allowing herself to trust Marco tand again.

When they divorced, she had vowed not to let Marco sway her again. But repeatedly, she had faltered under his

influence.

The rain slowly ceased, leaving the world around her refreshed and green. Loraine realized she had

unconsciously made her way to a cemetery.