Caleb Bishop reached out and held Jeanette Kensington's shoulders. His expression was both tolerant and earnest.
"Jan, listen to me. If that day ever comes, if you really do meet someone more suitable, I will break up with you. That's your freedom, and I'll respect your decision."
His voice was as gentle as ever, the tone Jeanette Kensington loved most, but the words sent a chill down her spine, and she couldn't stop the tears from falling.
When she had her mental breakdown, this was the man who stayed by her side, never leaving. But he was also the one who repeatedly pushed her to the brink of an emotional collapse.
He was always emotionally stable, never getting angry. Consequently, he approached everything with an unhurried, composed demeanor. Jeanette Kensington had never once felt he truly cared. Caleb Bishop seemed to be completing a task—indulgent yet detached, permissive yet indifferent. His emotions were like a flat line, never showing a single ripple because of her.
