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.

"Stop beating around

you your name, right, Millard?" I wanted to confirm this

He stood on a

even if you had become part of the Huffman family at the time. That's why he made Millard your first name. Is that correct?" "Yes, that's

continued. My words were blunt, but they seemed to affect

were too impatient. If you had been patient and worked hard, you wouldn't have

could have been master of the Huffman family. Even if you were just Anson's son, you would be ranked above so many others

seemed to take

a trusted successor. You seem

have the right to criticize me just because you have the Huffman family's jade pendant? Who do

to listen to him. You thought you knew what was best and acted like you were already the