She rushed through the long speech, her breathing growing labored. It seemed her overwhelming emotions had triggered a heart attack.
Unbeknownst to her, this explosive news spread like wildfire.
With so many people present, everyone learned in an instant how Quentin Grant and his old flame had broken up.
This was the real reason.
Quentin Grant was stunned. He looked down at the woman clutching his pant leg. Though a mask hid part of her face, the tears in her eyes couldn't conceal her current state.
The lower half of her face was pale and bloodless.
"Get up first." After a moment's pause, he finally spoke.
Tearfully, she shook her head, gasping for breath. "I won't get up unless you forgive me."
Quentin Grant lowered his gaze. He suddenly bent down, his tone much softer than before, and extended a hand to her. "Take my hand. Get up."
His words were met with dead silence from the entire crowd.
