Beyond the Divorce

I was impressed with myself. I managed to improvise so convincingly.

In the future, when I no longer wanted to hustle in the business world, I would definitely write books. I was sure storytelling was my ticket to success. Even I almost got swept away by my own story.

Millard looked at me, his gaze somewhat blank. He shook his head slowly and said, "No..."

His confusion only fueled my satisfaction. I was confident that I had led his thoughts astray, and even his entourage seemed caught up in the moment.

"That's it. He said he shouldn't have rushed you into this, that he was too impatient with you. He's frustrated because he thought you could do better, but you let him down." I looked at Millard with open arms, expressing deep regret and pity.

Millard wore an embarrassed expression. He was showing signs of nervousness and regret. Seeing his expression, I quickly added more pressure.

on this? If Anson hadn't saved you back then, allowing you to fend for yourself, would you still have had a carefree childhood?" I pressed, watching him closely. "Perhaps you wouldn't even be alive today." As I said this, I couldn't

my foster parents hadn't risked their lives to sneak me out of the hospital back then, I might have become a puppet

have ended up like

who would eventually learn from his stern teachings. But what did you do?" I pressed him again. "Stop it!" he shouted at

followers glared

it. After all,

did he break my leg? And why did he say I was unworthy?"

at the others around

a parent's heart. If this were your biological father scolding you like this, would you still be this angry? Would you still betray

into his crimson eyes confidently. I was sure his regret stemmed from a deep understanding

harshly, the more he values you. Do you understand his intentions? Was I wrong to say