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.

me!" He kept repeating this with his

pity, but rather a burning anger toward him. I wanted to tear this despicable and shameless man apart with my

forward slightly and said, "Clark,

looked like he was possessed

always act

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

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

Celine! It was Celine who told me to do it!" Clark suddenly looked up, and there was a glimmer of despair flashing in his eyes. Although my father

if I couldn't find out about your projects, she

it must be a major project. Not only did she send me, but also..."

he had said the wrong

him and questioned