Chapter 63. Too Late for His Regrets

"Leave," Allison muttered, her voice was cold matching the hardness of her gaze in front of him. Brent runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Brent stared at Allison. He could feel the hatred in her eyes. "Allow me to speak first, and please…listen to me," Brent begged, his voice shaking with fear and regrets.

He seemed like a lost boy who didn't know where his home was, but he didn't care. He really

wanted to tell Allison everything.

Allison's eyes were devoid of emotions. She just glanced at Brent and responded, "Listen for what? Have you ever lent your ears to listen to me in the past? No. you never. I don't have affiliations with you, Mr. Thompson, because we are over." As Allison said those words, Brent felt the numbness of his body as if lightning had struck his chest. Hearing those words from Allison made his heart clench in pain.

"I-I'm sorry, Alli…" He heaved a heavy br