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 hung

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

unexpectedly laughed, then leaned forward slightly and said, "Clark, you didn't

Clark looked like he was possessed

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

found a doctor for you?

he was controlling his emotions. However, his voice was still hoarse. "It was

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

out about your projects, she would do

that you and Louis hada secret, and it must be a major project. Not only did she send me, but also..." Clark suddenly stopped, sneaking a

he had

at him and questioned harshly, "Who