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 his head

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

father sat there, watching Clark. He unexpectedly laughed, then leaned forward slightly and said, "Clark, you didn't expect I'd be back one

Clark looked like he was possessed at

up, and you will always act like garbage." My father looked

giving birth to your son, who was the one who found a doctor for you? Who paid for the expensive

I knew he was controlling his emotions. However, his voice was still hoarse. "It was Lucille who did those things, but

suddenly looked up, and there was a glimmer of despair flashing in his eyes. Although my father was in a wheelchair now, he still

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

Not only did she send me, but also..." Clark suddenly stopped, sneaking a glance

he realized he had said the wrong

at him and questioned harshly, "Who