Mia lay on the bed, smiling weakly at Nora, who entered and hugged her as if she might disappear at any moment. After a few minutes, they broke the hug, and Mia frowned as soon as she saw Dylan walking towards her.

"Get out, Dylan! I don't want to see you!" she screamed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I told the psychopath not to enter, but you know how goats behave; it's frustrating," Nora told Mia, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Mia, I'm sorry... I promise you..." Dylan trailed off as Mia removed the slippers from her left leg and hurled it at him.

"Get out, you fool!" she screamed.

Nora couldn't stand the sight of him anymore. She ran up to him and pushed him out of the ward with great force, shutting the door immediately. Mia lay on the bed, sobbing.

"He doesn't deserve your tears, Mia. It's disgusting," Nora consoled her.

"I really love him, but he kept getting on my nerves," Mia sobbed.

"Oh, there you go again, babe. How could you love that psychopath so much after all the pain he's caused you? He made you lose five jobs, and he wants you to quit this new job again. He wants to make you unfortunate. Remember how he embarrassed you when you were still working at Lisbiv Shopping Mall? He beat the customer you were attending to into a pulp, accusing him of flirting with you, which got you fired after paying a huge amount of money for the guy's hospital bills. You even went borrowing, and you still have the nerve to tell me that you love him. You should break up with him right away. He almost killed you, and here you are now, lying in a hospital bed, all because of his stupidity. Even if you want to marry him, and the priest asks in church for anyone against the marriage, I won't hesitate to stand up and scatter the wedding. I love you, girl, and I want the best for you," Nora said, tears trickling down her cheeks. She pulled Mia into a tight hug, and they cried for a long time.

Dylan sat on the floor in his apartment, sobbing quietly. Kyle entered, stunned to see him weeping. He chuckled and tweaked his ear playfully before sitting beside him.

"Lol, she broke up with you?" Kyle asked, but Dylan remained silent.

"But seriously, Dylan, you went too far. What if she died? Are you going to be responsible for it?" Kyle said.

Dylan sighed, dragged Kyle up, and started pulling him out of the house.

"You know nothing, you playboy. I wouldn't blame you because you don't have an idea of what love is all about," he yelled, succeeding in pushing Kyle before slamming the door.

He entered his room, poured a hard liquor for himself, and gulped it down at once.

"I love you, Mia. My love for you goes as deep as the ocean and as far as the heavens. I love you to stupor. If you dare break up with me, I'm going to commit suicide," he said drunkenly and fell flat on the floor, wailing.

Kyle groaned in frustration and was about to head home when he saw a blonde walking up to him. He was startled when he realized who it was. He wanted to run away, but she grabbed his shirt, preventing him from escaping.

"Emily, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Kyle yelled.

"You idiot, how dare you? Do you know how much I loved you? You just break my heart, and you think you'll go scot-free?" she asked, crying and reeking of alcohol.

"You fool, you got drunk again. Let go of me now," Kyle shouted, but Emily laughed sarcastically.

"Nobody breaks my heart and goes scot-free," she shouted, bringing out a broken bottle from her bag and smashing it on his head.

Bryson was in his large room in his grand mansion, scrolling through his phone, but his mind wasn't there. It drifted back to Mia, and he was stunned to find himself smiling.

"No way, why the hell am I thinking of that pretty fool? She's so dumb, and besides, she's not my type," he said to himself.

"Really?" a funny voice asked in his head, and he yelled, "Yes, really!"

He heard a knock on the door, which brought him out of his reverie.

"Yes, come in," he replied, and a maid entered, bowing.

"Greetings, master. Master Mason is in the mansion, causing a ruckus," she announced, and Bryson's bright mood changed into a gloomy expression. His face remained cold as he walked after the maid.

He clenched his fists, sighting Mason vomiting on the floor while his guards tried to drag him out of the mansion, but he seemed too powerful for them.

"Master, he's in a drunk state," one of his guards told him.

"I'll handle him," Bryson replied, pulling Mason up and dragging him to his living room.

Mason hugged Bryson tightly and tweaked his ear.

"You lucky thing," he said, with his eyes almost closing as he bit Bryson softly on the ear.

"Why can't I be like you?" he continued lamenting, as Bryson kept mute, staring at him in disbelief.

"What the hell are you doing in my mansion?" Bryson shouted angrily at Mason, who stared at him and chuckled.

"You are so hot; I wouldn't mind practicing gay with you," Mason said, grinning widely as he tried kissing Bryson, who kicked him off angrily, and his mouth started bleeding.

"Ouch! That hurts, you motherfucker," Mason cried.

"Why do mums have to compare you with me? What's your secret? Even when I tried getting rid of your..." Mason trailed off as Brianna came rushing in and shouting, as Bryson's guards tried holding her.

"You idiot! What the hell are you doing here?" she shouted angrily, hitting Mason on the back.

"Oh, this crazy woman is here again," Mason said, chuckling as Bryson, still stunned, kept watching mother and son.

Brianna slapped Mason hard on the cheek, but he just smiled and passed out. She glared at Bryson and tried lifting Mason up.

"You've really disgraced me, you dumb idiot!" she groaned.

"When you're done talking, ma'am, please get your drunk son and your filthy self out of my mansion," Bryson said icily, returning to his room.

Brianna dragged the drunk Mason out, almost falling down, as she hailed a cab and went home in annoyance.