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."

my office. Perhaps he sensed

hold it against us. My son hasn't been sensible lately. In

sincere as he said, "I brought

person with a tough heart, especially when dealing with someone with health issues. In theory, I couldn't disregard

and resentful face. His behavior earlier didn't help

sternly reprimanded

her? They are the ones

father with disdain. I maintained a faint smile,

defiance, slamming the

felt awkward, but I also understood Jordan's urgent and frustrated state of mind. Jesse was about to speak again when I raised my hand, signaling to hold him

"Mr. Jordan, calm down. Whether he apologizes or not doesn't matter. What

have been a joke

about this? If Mr. Jesse has something to

have both father and son stay.