Beyond the Divorce

Firm Belief



He looked at me, clearly unsettled.

"Do you know why I said that?" I asked Millard.

He seemed taken aback by my sudden question but quickly asked, "Why?"

"Because before I came here, Anson told me that if I encountered any trouble, I should find someone specific," I said, pausing intentionally and looking at him.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He immediately became eager, putting his leg down from the stool and asking, "Who?"

"Someone called Millard Huffman," I said firmly.

I didn't know how I dared say that, but I did. My logic seemed clear, and I came up with it on the spot.

I was taking a risk, but there was no turning back now. Hence, I continued, "He asked me to find where this person is. Oh, right. He wanted me to check if this guy is still working for Navi too."

"You're lying!" Millard roared.

He was right. From my understanding of Anson, he wouldn't give Millard a second chance, even if he knew Millard was working with Navi. Millard betrayed him, after all.

Plus, he had so many men working for him. I was sure he knew exactly where Millard was.

I had to find a reason to convince Millard that I was telling him the truth. That was the most important thing to do now.

"Hah! You don't understand how soft an old man can be toward his child," I said calmly, then asked him, "How long have you been away from the Huffman family?"

"12 years," Millard replied stiffly. "At the time, his daughter was only in her teens."

"Do you know why he asked me to handle this matter?" I asked him again.

"No," he said, completely puzzled.

Everyone else was silent, listening to our conversation as if it were a story. Even Tristan was listening intently, but he was still wary of any changes in the situation.

"Because to him, this matter is the most humiliating thing in his life. You've embarrassed him in front of the Huffman family," I said, observing Millard's expression.

He looked bitter.

"Many were eyeing this position, but Anson only had one adopted son, which was you. But you've proved that he was wrong. How could he ask his subordinates to investigate this matter? This is why he hasn't taken in any more adopted sons since then."

I was impressed by my own eloquence. From Millard's expression, I could tell that he believed every word I said.

"When this incident first happened, someone investigated your whereabouts. Anson flew into a rage and forbade anyone from mentioning it again. He did this to establish his authority in front of everyone and to save whatever little pride he had left.

"But when I told him I was coming here, he hesitated for a long time. Only after I kept pressing him did he mention this matter and your name. He asked me to find out if you're still alive and how you're doing."

I noticed Millard's hands clenched into fists.

"Do you know that he's getting old, and his health hasn't been great these past two years? Trinity is just a girl. I completely understand his thoughts. He now lives in memories of the past and still cares about you. That's another side of Anson that no one knows."

I smiled faintly, giving him a moment to digest the information.

Then, I looked at him and sighed, "You had plenty of opportunities, but you ruined them yourself.

"A while ago, something happened

to Trinity. Anson told me he never wanted to hand over the Huffman, family to Trinity. He just didn't have anyone he trusted enough to

manage the family. He sounded disappointed in you because he knew your potential."

"What happened to Trinity?" Millard immediately asked.

It seemed he still cared a lot about Trinity.

"She went missing. But there's news of her now. Anyway, Anson once talked to me about the Huffman family's affairs. He hoped for a man to take over the family so that Trinity could live a normal life, get married, and have children with the man she loves.

"But unfortunately, he doesn't have a son. He mentioned that he once had an adopted son, but he pushed him too hard, and the rest of his words went unsaid. I think... it must be you, right? Did he adopt any other sons?"