Beyond the Divorce

We were in the cave, so the footsteps sounded hollow and clear on this quiet night.

We all looked toward the door.

Cane led in Clark, who looked pale and much thinner than I saw him last.

My father narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of fierceness filled them. I stood by his side and quickly touched his shoulder, afraid his emotions would be affected. After Clark entered, he sneakily glanced around the room.

But the next moment, when his gaze fell on my father in the wheelchair, he seemed to have stepped on an electric switch and was trembling uncontrollably. With eyes full of fear and helplessness, he looked at my father.

"Rory..." He involuntarily took a step back.

But the bodyguard behind him suddenly pushed him forward, causing him to stagger forward uncontrollably. After regaining his balance, he made a surprising move. He knelt in front of my father with a thud.

was wrong. Please forgive me!" He kept repeating this with

actions. I did not feel any pity, but rather a burning anger toward him. I wanted

laughed, then leaned forward slightly and said, "Clark, you didn't expect I'd be back one day, did

fault!" Clark looked like he was possessed

always act like garbage." My father looked at

the one who found a doctor for you? Who paid for the expensive medical expenses?

his voice was still hoarse. "It was Lucille who did

arranged by Celine! It was Celine who told me to do it!" Clark suddenly looked up, and there was a glimmer

explained, "She caught my mother, saying if I couldn't find out about your projects, she would do something to my mother!" "What

it must be a major project. Not only did she send me, but also..." Clark suddenly stopped, sneaking a glance

he realized he had said the

and questioned harshly,