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.

looked at me, growing more impatient. "Stop beating around the

your name, right, Millard?" I wanted

stood on a stool, studying

the time. That's why he made Millard your first name. Is that correct?"

My words were blunt, but they

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

if you were

take my words to

"You know Anson has no children, and he desperately wanted a trusted successor.

you think you 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 about me?" he

but I do know this is why you failed. You refused to listen to him. You thought you knew what was best and acted