If he couldn't bring a happy ending to his sensible younger brother's love, he didn't deserve their respect anymore.
Ruby Bluen had no idea what Glades Horne was thinking, nor did she have the mind to guess.
Sitting on the couch, she silently cried for a while before she realized she had wept in front of Glades Horne.
"Glades, I'm leaving," Ruby Bluen wiped away her tears, bit her lower lip, and stood up, unwilling to continue to be sad in front of Glades Horne.
Fortunately, Glades Horne had already made it clear to her that the person he truly loved was her sister. Otherwise, he would now be mocking her coldly, saying she had brought it upon herself.
Glades Horne didn't reply. He pulled out his phone, scrolled through it, and dialed a number. Thirty seconds later, he ended the call. Staring at Ruby Bluen as she stood up to leave, he asked in a stern voice, "Do you really love Marcel?"
