Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 852

Downstairs, I paused before speaking, "Mr. Arton, there are a few things I feel necessary to discuss with you."

This time, Arton looked more deferential and nodded politely, "Please, go ahead."

"If you're taking custody of the child, you must lead by example and take good care of him," I stated firmly.

Arton nodded solemnly, "We will."

His words were concise, and his response was sincere. Satisfied, I continued, "Furthermore, I can inform you that Melanie has escaped prison, and this matter could escalate."

I looked at him sternly, "If she comes to you, I hope you won't make any foolish decisions. If you want your child to grow up healthy, you need to separate him from having her as his mother. You must provide him with a good and healthy environment to grow up in.

"I didn't inquire about your character before as we had no interactions. But now, because of Charlie, our paths may cross. If you act inappropriately, I won't stand idly by."

I saw him glance down at his own feet, but he didn't refute.

"Every child is born an angel. Don't let your actions turn him into a demon. After all, I know Melanie too well. I hope you understand what I'm saying.

"With this escape, if she's caught again, there might be no chance of getting out. If the little one doesn't have a good mother, I hope you won't let him down as a father." I spoke directly, cutting to the chase.

I didn't see the need to beat around the bush with Arton.

"I decided to send him back to your family because I believe in your sister. I hope you won't make me look down on you."

Upon hearing my words, Arton seemed genuinely shocked. He gazed deeply at me, perhaps not expecting me to be so straightforward.

"Is there really no hope for her?" He asked at the end.

"What kind of hope do you think she can have?" I countered.

I genuinely didn't understand the implication behind his words. Did he still have feelings for Melanie?

"I-I didn't mean it that way." He stammered.

I didn't press him on what 'that way' meant.

Her persistent attachment to me made me sure that there was a reason behind it.

"Chloe, look at you. Don't be like this. After all, we spent several years in college together. I can't control my mouth. That's just how I am. I already apologized for what I said last night. Can't you let it go?"

"Michelle, you're right. I did allow you to continue talking to me because of our past as classmates. Otherwise, considering your words last night, do you think I would forgive you?" I stared at her coldly.

She felt guilty under my gaze, avoiding eye contact, "You see, you're still angry. Everyone knows that I can’t my mouth. But I cherish the time we spent together. I genuinely want to be your best friend."

She looked submissive, coming closer and grabbing my arm, "Let me stay in your office for a while. I won't bother you, I just..."

"Chloe, the client has arrived. They've been waiting for you." Carol interrupted, walking over with a sense of urgency.

I looked at Michelle, "I really don't have time today. You should go back."

After saying that, I walked away quickly, thinking that Michelle was like a piece of gum that was stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I truly wondered what she was up to.