Beyond the Divorce

I quickly stood up and walked away from my desk, warmly greeting Jordan.

"Mr. Jordan, hello." I smiled, gesturing for him to take a seat, and asked Carol to bring water and coffee.

I had heard from Eleanor that Jordan handed over the reins of Yorksen Doors to his son for health reasons. Seeing him, it was evident that his complexion wasn't great. "Ms. Chloe, it's been a while. Sorry for the trouble."

He was humble. But his son, Jesse, had an unpleasant and restrained expression. Even though they came to see me, it seemed like he wasn't too willing.

"You're being too polite. Please, have a seat." I gestured again.

Jordan nervously sat on the sofa, glancing around my office. "This is quite a big change. I used to be very familiar with this office."

He was trying to bridge the gap between us.

"Yeah. Time flies. It's been over ten years, and we've been working together for quite a while."

who still looked displeased, inspecting my office.

son hasn't been sensible lately.

seemed genuinely sincere as he said, "I brought my son here to apologize to

with a tough heart, especially when dealing with someone with health issues.

and resentful face. His behavior

reprimanded Jesse,

you drag me here. Why should apologize to her? They are the ones

disdain. I maintained a faint smile,

Jesse's defiance, slamming the sofa armrest. "Ungrateful

frustrated state of mind. Jesse was about to speak again when I raised my hand, signaling

Jordan, "Mr. Jordan, calm down. Whether he apologizes or

been a joke

How about this? If Mr. Jesse has something to do,

appropriate to have both father and son stay.