Chapter 746: I'm Sorry, I Can't

Naomi stared at her parents in despair. “Mom and Dad, what do you think of me? Do you think I’m a commodity to be sold?” Compared to her greedy parents, Naomi felt like a fragile flower in the wind, arousing a protective instinct in others.

“Naomi, don’t you know we raised you? It’s time you repaid us. Besides, didn’t you find this rich man yourself? What’s wrong with us wanting to meet him?”

Naomi clenched her fists. She shifted slightly; her heels were already over the edge, causing those around to gasp. Unaware of the danger, her large, watery eyes reflected deep despair. “I won’t let you see him. He’s my big brother. I’d rather die…”

She was about to jump when she saw Elvis.

“Big brother…” she choked, tears welling.

Elvis arrived with Olive, but remained silent. Naomi’s parents’ mouths dropped in shock.

“Naomi, is he the rich man you’ve been staying with?”

Her parents, consumed by greed and a love of money, had met wealthy people before, but Elvis, one of the city’s richest businessmen, was in a different league entirely. They stared, noting his expensive suit, the valuable watch on his wrist—an outfit worth tens of thousands.

Elvis’s narrow eyes glanced at them, ignoring Naomi initially. Olive shook her head. “It’s okay,” she whispered.

Elvis removed his coat and draped it over Olive’s shoulders, enveloping her entirely except for her head. Then he walked toward Naomi. He stood tall, his gaze fixed on her face. “It’s dangerous. Come here.”

Tears streamed down Naomi’s face. “Big brother, leave me alone. I know Olive doesn’t like me.”

Olive was speechless, unable to comprehend Naomi’s perception of her.

Elvis remained calm. “Olive is my woman, and you’re nothing to me. There will be no misunderstanding.”

Naomi was stunned. Was he really here to save her? Her fist clenched. Her eyes flashed viciously; she remembered the humiliation of the previous night when Elvis had summoned her to his hotel room. But had the humiliation ended? No.

“Big brother, I’m afraid I’ll implicate you. I come from a difficult background, and there’s no point in living. Let me die.”

Elvis’s indifferent voice cut through the air. “My patience is limited. If you jump, I respect your choice. I’ll simply have someone retrieve your body.”

Naomi froze. The wind dried her tears, leaving her feeling exposed. Olive watched coldly, silent. Naomi wouldn’t jump. She’d staged this for Elvis’s attention, but he’d subverted her plan.

Naomi’s mother quickly intervened. “Naomi, come down! This gentleman is just nervous. It’s dangerous!”

Her father added, “That’s right, Naomi. Mom and Dad know you don’t want to be with Clement. This gentleman seems alright. Let him take care of you.”

They were desperate to offload Naomi onto Elvis.

Naomi glared at Elvis, then climbed down. “Big brother, I’m sorry. I was being willful.” She approached him, confessing her fault.

She fell into his embrace, but instead of holding her, Elvis pushed her toward Peterson, who caught her. “Miss Naomi, I’m here to support you.”

Naomi closed her eyes in shame.

Later, Naomi’s parents visited Elvis’s villa, awestruck by its opulence.

“My God, this villa is huge! It must be worth a fortune!”

“I’ve seen that vase on TV! It’s priceless!”

“This sofa is so soft! I want to sleep on it!”

A maid gently reminded them, “My boss doesn’t like people touching his things…”

Naomi’s father exploded. “You bastard! A little servant! You dare lecture us? Do you know who we are?”