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."

side, who seemed excited

you again. I was wrong. In my next life,

at me with a smile, then tilted

dumbfounded. Anson was still talking. "What happened to you? Millard... Millard, where are you?

outstretched hand and said, "Anson, he... he's no longer

Anson asked, suddenly seeming to realize something.

I called you because he wanted to apologize to you. It was his dying wish. I..." I choked up, unsure how to explain

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

the phone

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

called in