Beyond the Divorce

"I mean, it's a pity for you," I said calmly, my voice laced with regret.

He looked at me, his anger seemingly abating. He seemed confused by my words.

"You were supposed to be a capable member of the Huffman family, but you've strayed from that path."

He suddenly looked at me as though he had found someone who finally understood him. With a hint of helplessness in his gaze, he complained, "He's never valued me."

"What's your name?" I deliberately stalled for time, wanting to play mind games with him. I was hoping to get some information about where my father was.

"Millard Huffman," he said angrily. "All I remember is my surname, Millard."

"That's a pity," I repeated.

beating around the bush

name, right, Millard?" I wanted to

he did." He stood on a stool,

of the Huffman family at the time.

blunt, but they seemed

had been patient and worked hard, you wouldn't have ended up like

the Huffman family. Even if you were just Anson's son, you would be ranked above so many others as

take my words

no children, and he desperately wanted a trusted successor. You seem smart. It's a pity you didn't

have the right to criticize me just because you have the Huffman family's jade pendant? Who do you think you are? Are you even fit to say that

thought you knew what was best and acted like you were already the master of the Huffman family. You were too demanding