Beyond the Divorce

There was a moment of silence, and I anxiously gripped the phone in my hand. Truth be told, I had been afraid that Anson wouldn't pick up or would say something hurtful. In many ways, I had been lying to Millard before.

But this call was real. There had been no prior communication, and I wasn't sure if Anson would understand my hints.

Anson's silence made me incredibly nervous. I just wanted Millard to receive affirmation from Anson in his last moments. Once again, I was betting on Anson's kindness.

But I didn't expect Anson to react like this. After a brief pause, he immediately said, "Millard? Did you really find him? Where is he?"

"Dad, listen, Millard wants to talk to you," I said, switching the phone to speaker mode and holding it up to Millard's mouth.

On the phone, Anson called out again. "Millard?"

Millard seemed to gain some strength, as if he had been injected with a stimulant. "Dad... I'm sorry. Dad, I was wrong."

space, reaching Anson's side, who seemed excited and anxious. "Is

again. I was wrong. In my next life, I... I'll

He looked at me with a smile, then tilted his head to the side and

stood there dumbfounded. Anson was still talking. "What happened to you? Millard... Millard,

he... he's no longer with us. He was brave

to realize something. He sighed deeply after

you because he wanted to apologize to you. It was his dying wish. I..." I

that he repented in the end. I'm glad you're safe. Come back and tell me everything." Then, he hung up,

the phone back

how cruel and ruthless he was, his last smile was like that of a kind angel. At the very least, I had given him

doing well either. The top experts from Foswood, who Atlas had called in overnight, had arrived at Trestlewood and went straight to the emergency