Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1373 Revealing the Past



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.

"Rory, I-I was wrong. Please forgive me!" He kept repeating this with his head hung low.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Standing behind my father, I watched his actions. I did not feel any pity, but rather a burning anger toward him. I wanted to tear this despicable and shameless man apart with my own hands.

My father sat there, watching Clark. He unexpectedly laughed, then leaned forward slightly and said, "Clark, you didn't expect I'd be back one day, did you?"

"It's all my fault!" Clark looked like he was possessed at this point.

"Because my children will grow up, and you will always act like garbage." My father looked at him disdainfully.

"Clark, don't you 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 expensive medical expenses? Who visited your mother in the countryside every year, ensuring she lives without worries?"

My father scrutinized Clark. I 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 and her daughter?"

"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 flashing in his eyes. Although my father was in a wheelchair now, he still seemed aloof and unapproachable.

Clark hurriedly explained, "She caught my mother, saying if I couldn't find out about your projects, she would do something to my mother!" "What projects?" My father asked coldly.

"Celine said that you and Louis had a

secret, and i

it must be a major

project. Not only did she send ne

me,

but also..." Clark suddenly stopped, sneaking a glance at Atlas

Obviously, he realized he had said the wrong thing.

Atlas looked at him and questioned harshly, "Who else?"

"There are some others as well..." Clark looked down again.

"Who are they?" Atlas asked again.

Clark raised his head abruptly, his despairing eyes fixed on Rory in front of him. "All of them were people working for Louis at the time."

He listed a series of names, indicating that Celine had indeed put a lot of effort into it, even managing to buy off so many people.

I glanced at Atlas and saw that he remained calm, still looking at Clark. It seemed that Atlas had control over these people.

Clark tried to take a step forward, and said, "In fact, I didn't want to go after Lucille. I really..."

"You're not fit to call her name," my father said through gritted teeth, "Speak. What have you found out?"