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.

Please forgive me!" He kept repeating this with

not feel any pity, but rather a burning

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

fault!" Clark looked like he was

grow up, and you will always act like

remember? When your wife had difficulty giving birth to your son, who was the one who found a doctor for you? Who paid for the

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

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 flashing in his eyes. Although my

about your projects, she

a major project. Not only did she send me,

realized he had said the wrong

looked at him and