Take On The Responsibility Of A Father

“Mom, you made the right call divorcing him,” Nicholas said, then turned and walked straight out of the room.

As he passed Nathaniel, he muttered, “I’ve lost again. It’s my own fault for not being good enough.”

Nathaniel stayed quiet, his expression cold. Nicholas didn’t care how his brother reacted. He was just overwhelmed with a deep, hollow feeling.

Once outside, he pulled out his phone, planning to call someone but he couldn’t think of a single name to dial. Eventually, his gaze landed on Jocelyn’s number. He stared at it for a long time but didn’t press the call button. Instead, he turned the phone off.

Inside, the room fell into a heavy silence. Wren sighed again and again. “How did Nicholas turn out this way? He used to be so well-behaved… so thoughtful.”

Elena didn’t say a word.