The Pull - Ring Vow His Nightly Regret

On the day of the engagement party, Lucas Rothschild casually put a can pull ring on me as a ring.

He turned around and hung the wedding ring worth tens of millions on the dog raised by his white moonlight.

I didn't want any, but he pointed at my nose and scolded me: "Sophia's dog is sick and needs comfort. What's wrong with using a small toy to cheer it up?"

"My family has raised you for ten years. You eat my food and wear my clothes, but in the end you're trying to steal things from a dog? You country bumpkin are not even as good as a hair of it!"

Without saying a word, I threw the pull ring in his face and turned away.

He was furious, "If you leave me, you won't even be able to live in a doghouse."

Three years later, at a charity auction in Portville, I was soaking wet and lying in a stinky ditch playing with stray cats.

Lucas passed by with the glamorous Sophia Delaney in his arms, and kicked me away with disdain, sneering and mocking: "You were jealous of a dog back then, and now you're not going to follow Sophia's example and raise a stinky cat to beg for my forgiveness, are you?"

"If you kneel down and beg me now, maybe I can give you a dog leash and tie you up at home to guard the house."

I didn't even raise my head. The cat that my little ancestor had secretly fed for three months had just been thrown into the sewer as garbage by his father's bodyguard.

I have to take the kitten back before he gets angry.

I lay half-lying in the smelly ditch. I didn't care about the dirt and reached out to touch a dark shadow huddled in the corner.

"Sylvia Vanderbilt, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Lucas drawled, staring at me in disapproval.

"Why, you were the only one who loved jealousy back then, wanting to snatch everything from Sophia, what kind of self-torture trick are you playing now?"

"You want to ask me to come back? No way!"

"Sophia and I are getting married soon, and I wonder if someone is regretting it."

His deliberately raised voice echoed outside the empty banquet hall, full of pleasure.

As soon as he spoke, Muffin, who I was about to catch, immediately shrank back, with all its fur standing up, and it hunched its body alertly to prevent me from getting close.

I looked back at him, and he was still looking down on me as before.

The moment their eyes met, Lucas was visibly stunned, and then quickly let go of Sophia's hand.

Before I could speak, the people around me started laughing and talking in low voices.

"Sylvia? Lucas, this stinking cleaner must be your ungrateful ex-fiancée."

"You deserve to be reduced to this state! A country bumpkin wants to become a phoenix? Only a talented woman like Sophia is worthy of Lucas."

"That's right. Lucas has been enjoying great success in both his career and love life recently. Not only has he set a date for his wedding, but he is also going to work with the richest family in Heir of Hayes Dynasty. Who would be interested in a beggar like him now?"

Sophia took Lucas' arm and looked at me with a smile: "Sylvia, this is a charity dinner. The smell on you can kill everyone in the room. You should leave now."

She covered her nose in disgust and kicked away the stinky bucket next to me.

As they started to make a fuss, Muffin ran further and further away.

I anxiously leaned half of my body inside.

"Sylvia, don't you understand what I'm saying? My sister told you to get as far away from me as possible! If you don't leave, I'll call someone to throw you out."

Ethan Delaney grabbed my wrist and dragged me out forcefully.

I shook his hand off, wiped my face, and tried to remain calm: "I'm looking for my cat. I'll leave when I find it."

He scoffed, "Looking for a cat? I think you just want to sneak in and steal something, and you want to attract the attention of my brother-in-law!"

"But my sister is going to marry into the Rothschild Estate soon. Forget about it. My brother-in-law will never come back to chew on you, a second-hand grass."