With a BANG, he slammed the main house's door shut again.

Nicholas Coldwell awkwardly sat down on the steps in front of the main house, his hands covering his face, making no move to pick up the divorce agreement.

The sun was still warm, but it couldn't warm his heart anymore.

The Powell family's servants all looked at him, their expressions strange.

"What are you looking at? Get lost!" Unable to bear the servants' peculiar stares, Nicholas Coldwell shouted at them furiously.

"Shout all you want. What do you think you are? Both Master and Mistress told you to get lost, why haven't you left yet?" a maid immediately retorted sharply. She even grabbed a broom and, deliberately walking up to him, swept it against his body. This infuriated him so much that he leapt to his feet, yet the maid said righteously, "I need to clean. You've dirtied this spot by sitting here."

"You..."

Nicholas Coldwell's handsome face turned dark.

Indeed, even a dragon stranded in shallow waters can be toyed with by shrimp, and a tiger that has fallen onto flat land can be bullied by dogs.

Usually, these servants would have fawned over him, respectfully addressing him as "Mr. Coldwell" at every opportunity.

But now...

The cold wind blew. He was only wearing a shirt; Diana Powell had stripped off his suit jacket earlier. She claimed the suit was bought with Powell family money and wouldn't let him take it. His tie, leather shoes, designer watch, car keys—everything was gone.

At this moment, he had only a shirt, a pair of trousers, a pair of socks, and his cell phone. He had nothing else.

He had been kicked out by the Powell family, left with nothing but the clothes on his back.

As he rushed out of the Powell family's villa, Nicholas Coldwell couldn't stop his eyes from reddening.

He knew Glades Horne had orchestrated everything from behind the scenes. But what could he do, even knowing that? Could he stand up against Glades Horne? Was that even possible?

He also knew that, in a way, all of this was his own doing.

He had been heartless first, hurting Julia Bluen, which led Valence Group to target Cosmos, and to target him.

It was his undying feelings for Julia Bluen. Upon learning she had married into the Horne family, he had still sought her out and pestered her at every opportunity. This had angered Glades Horne and led to today's outcome.

He couldn't believe that someone as clever as himself could have fallen for Glades Horne's insidious tricks.

So cold, so very cold!

After bursting out of the Coldwell family villa, Nicholas Coldwell finally felt the cold seep into his very bones.

The bright sun clearly hung high in the sky, yet when the wind blew, it felt like countless sharp knives slashing at his body, wounding him until no part of him was left unscathed.

Just like his love.

One betrayal, one act of harm, and in return, he was the one left utterly devastated.

Julia Bluen—he had lost her. Diana Powell—he had lost her today as well. His job—he had lost that too. And Glades Horne's attacks, were they over?

He didn't know. He truly didn't know which path to take next.

Could he still make it in this metropolis?

When he first arrived in this metropolis, looking up at those skyscrapers, he had told himself he absolutely had to strive, to become one of the city's elite. He wanted to live in those skyscrapers, have a car to take him wherever he went, and be an influential figure no matter the place.

But reality was cruel. How could a pheasant flown out of a poor mountain village expect to soar to the heavens in a single leap?

He had strived for so long, yet he still hadn't attained what he wanted.

He had finally managed to get into Cosmos Group and was starting to make a name for himself. His salary was several times higher than when he first arrived in T City, and he had found a woman he liked. He thought the realization of his dream blueprint wasn't too far off.

When Diana Powell flirted with him, sometimes intentionally, sometimes not, and when she took him to high-end establishments under the guise of socializing or meeting clients, his heart was thrown into extreme turmoil.

His way of thinking began to change drastically, and he started to accept her advances.

Ultimately, he ended up in a relationship with Diana Powell and then agreed to marry into the Powell family.

He had thought it was no big deal for a man to sacrifice love for his career. It wasn't until he learned that Julia Bluen was the true heiress that he began to regret it. For the past two months, his guts had been twisting with remorse.

"RING RING RING..."

Just as Nicholas Coldwell was shivering from the cold, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He quickly pulled out his cell phone and saw it was a call from his family. He picked up right away.

"Nicholas, is that you? Dad is sick and needs to be hospitalized for surgery. The doctor said we need to prepare tens of thousands of yuan. We don't have any money. We heard you married a wealthy woman out there, so hurry up and send some money home." The call was from his older brother, once again asking for money.

Ever since he started working, his impoverished family had constantly asked him for money. He had sent a considerable amount back home, and their living conditions had already improved.

Especially after he married Diana Powell, he had sent a large sum home for them to build a small, Western-style house.

His parents, older brother, and sister-in-law all thought he was capable, and the villagers envied his success. In the village, he was the pride of his family.

But now, with his father ill and needing money, where could he possibly get it?

He could barely fend for himself, let alone send money home.

"Brother, what illness does Dad have?" Nicholas Coldwell composed himself, careful not to let his brother detect anything amiss in his voice, and asked with concern.

"Liver cancer, but it was detected early. The doctor said that with surgery, he could live a few more years. The surgery fee, hospitalization, nutritional supplements, and so on... preparing about two hundred thousand yuan should be enough. Nicholas, you... this won't be too difficult for you, will it? I know Dad is our shared responsibility; I can't just let you bear all the costs alone, but... I'm useless..."

"Brother, it's alright. You just focus on taking good care of Dad. I'll send the money back. I'll come home in a couple of days to see him," Nicholas Coldwell said calmly, his mind already racing to find a solution.

"Alright. Oh, by the way, Mom and Dad both want to meet your wife. When you come back, bring her with you so we can all see her."