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As soon as her bedroom door closed, the main door opened, revealing Gerald struggling to break free from Syella's hug. Frans had been tempted to run into the room, but he was frozen as he stared at Syella.

"Oh, God, Frans, you're really here. I've been knocking and ringing the bell, but you didn't respond at all!" Syella complained, pushing Gerald aside, almost making him stumble backward.

"If I had known, I would've slept in a hotel," Gerald muttered, rubbing his face roughly. His suffering seemed endless. After this, he might book a flight back to Singapore. There was no reason to stay in Indonesia if he wasn't going to do anything. Besides, Bianca was currently angry with him, so there was no justification for him to stay. Perhaps, for Bianca, he would ask Frans to find a spy to keep an eye on her in case she got pregnant or cheated on him. Given the way things had ended, it was not ideal.

"Where's Gerald?" Bianca's father asked as soon as she entered the house, her face downcast.