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 bush and

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

did." He stood

of the Huffman family at the time. That's why he made Millard your first name. Is that correct?" "Yes, that's what he was trying

boldly continued. My words were blunt,

You were too impatient. If you had been patient and worked hard, you wouldn't have ended up like this,

Even if you were

seemed to take my words

Anson has no children, and he desperately wanted a trusted successor. You seem smart. It's a pity

criticize me just because you have the Huffman family's jade pendant? Who do you think you are? Are you

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