Beyond the Divorce

I also turned my gaze toward Arton. I had seen pictures of this man, so I was sure that Charlie was his son.

The Reese family's genetic traits were strong. It especially showed in those distinctive eyes they had.

Arton's appearance was familiar to me, but his intense hostility was overwhelming. The moment I saw him, I recognized him from the photos, and I also remembered our encounter at Midnight Bar. He was the man I had asked for room numbers when I got lost in the corridor.

His eyes had been fixed on me since he entered, showing caution, hostility, and suspicion.

Annika looked at her brother, nudged him slightly, and hastily introduced us, "Arton, this is Ms. Chloe."

He remained silent, using his cunning eyes to scrutinize me up and down.

I didn't stand up. Instead, I looked at him confidently and asked coldly, "Do you remember me, Mr. Arton?"

his face and didn't answer my question. However, it was clear that he was very

and continued, "You must be familiar with Melanie, Mr. Arton. I'm here

know her! I don't know anyone named Melanie! What are you doing here? Who are you?" Arton didn't hold back his hostile questioning. His tone was full of animosity and aggression, which clearly showed that he was a troublemaker. Before I could respond, Donovan slammed

down my spine. I knew Donovan had a bad temper, but I still couldn't help but feel a lingering

if we brought him back here

persuading, "Could you lower your voice, Dad? Ms. Chloe

"Why do you always shout so loudly, old man?

a girlfriend out there? Why didn't you bring your son home? Since you have a child, you should explain it

how she reacted, I knew that Arton had been

acting like this because you've spoiled him. Do you think he's still a child? He's a