This scandal had barely simmered down when it reignited, drawing a fresh wave of attention from countless onlookers.
On the live broadcast, Brett's bloodshot eyes and unkempt stubble painted the picture of a frail, broken man, worn down by hardship and time.
Behind him, dingy walls framed a narrow, rickety bed under the faint glow of a flickering light bulb.
The cramped room, barely three or four square meters, offered space so tight that only one person could pass through at a time.
"I must apologize for burdening you all with my troubles," Brett began, his voice trembling. "I always believed I'd lived a decent life. The bracelet incident? Just a misunderstanding! Yet, because of this, my own daughter turned her back on me. I'm nothing but an old man now, cast aside and left home
