4

I was stunned, looking at my parents in disbelief. "Mom, Dad, it was Jessica who wronged me. What are you saying?"

My mother slapped away my attempt to pull her hand. It was clear that she was frustrated.

"Useless fool! That's your superior! What good can come from opposing him? Jessica was doing you a favor!"

"You can build a good relationship with your superior and get a pay raise. Shouldn’t money be more important?"

"Now that so many people have come, if you can't go through with the wedding, what about your parents' dignity?"

A wave of bitterness surged inside me. I looked up with a self-deprecating smile and met the gaze of my father, who was carrying a large bag of expensive gift boxes, and Alex, who was standing nearby with a half-smile on his face.

Alex met my gaze and walked over to pat my shoulder. "Tommy, I really need to thank you this time for lending me your fiancee in an emergency."

Seeing Alex approach, Jessica also fell silent and stood next to him, looking lik