Beyond the Divorce

A Matter of Utmost Importance



I was impressed with myself. I managed to improvise so convincingly.

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Millard looked at me, his gaze somewhat blank. He shook his head slowly and said, "No..."

His confusion only fueled my satisfaction. I was confident that I had led his thoughts astray, and even his entourage seemed caught up in the moment.

"That's it. He said he shouldn't have rushed you into this, that he was too impatient with you. He's frustrated because he thought you could do better, but you let him down." I looked at Millard with open arms, expressing deep regret and pity.

Millard wore an embarrassed expression. He was showing signs of nervousness and regret. Seeing his expression, I quickly added more pressure. "Forgive me for being blunt, but have you ever reflected on this? If Anson hadn't saved you back then, allowing you to fend for yourself, would you still have had a carefree childhood?" I pressed, watching him closely. "Perhaps you wouldn't even be alive today."

As I said this, I couldn't help but think of myself at 10 years old.

If my foster parents hadn't risked their lives to sneak me out of the hospital back then, I might have become a puppet for these people too.

I may have ended up like that impostor, Stella.

"But instead of being grateful, you showed your greedy nature and disappointed him. He thought you were just a rebellious child who would eventually learn from his stern teachings. But what did you do?" I pressed him again.

"Stop it!" he shouted at me.

All of his followers glared at me.

Seeing him fuming with anger, I thought to myself that my storyline was foolproof. Even if I made a mistake, could fix it. After all, this beast was most afraid of being looked down upon by others. That was the soft spot I had to exploit.

"But why did he break my leg? And why did he say I was unworthy?" Millard retorted loudly.

I pretended to be calm as I glanced at the others around us. Tristan's gaze remained cold and composed.

"It looks like you're just careless. You really don't understand a parent's heart. If this were your biological father scolding you like this, would you still be this angry? Would you

still betray him?"

I looked into his crimson eyes confidently. I was sure his regret stemmed from a deep understanding of his mistakes.

"The more he treats you harshly, the more he values you. Do you understand his intentions? Was I wrong to say it's a pity that things ended this way for you?"

He stared at me, speechless. I could tell he was touched.

Taking advantage of this moment, I continued, "And yet, you've ended up working for Navi. Do you think Navi

trusts you? After all these years, aren't you still just his lackey?"

I felt a twinge of nervousness, but contrary to my expectations, Millard didn't react. Instead, he stood there dumbfounded, seemingly pondering my words.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"That so-called daughter of his is just Navi's adopted daughter, right? Didn't Navi steal her from someone else all those years ago? You must have known about that, right?"

I deliberately mentioned Stella because I wanted to find out if she was the daughter of my adoptive parents. Millard didn't respond, his eyes showing a hint of doubt. Perhaps he hadn't expected me to know so much. Seeing his expression, I mustered the courage to ask him another crucial question.