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?"

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

be familiar with Melanie, Mr. Arton. I'm here

His tone was full of animosity and aggression, which clearly

a bad temper, but I still couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to live in a family like

impact this environment might have on Charlie if we brought

down, gently persuading, "Could you lower your voice, Dad? Ms. Chloe is here. Let's discuss the serious business first,

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

you have a girlfriend out there? Why didn't you bring your son

reacted, I knew

him. Do you think he's still a child? He's a father already. Look at him.