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 the

gave you your name, right, Millard?" I wanted to

stood

the time. That's why he made Millard your first name. Is that correct?" "Yes, that's what he was trying to do,"

My words were blunt,

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

were just Anson's son, you would be ranked above so

to take my words

he desperately wanted a trusted successor. You seem smart. It's a pity you didn't think any

you have the Huffman family's jade pendant? Who do you think you are? Are you even fit to

failed. You refused to listen to him. You thought you knew what was best and acted like you were already the master of the Huffman family. You were too demanding and impatient, which led toyour downfall," I said