The man removed his sunglasses to show a sharp gaze. It was John Kent, Layla’s ex. He had been living abroad. Without batting an eyelid, I smiled. “What would you like to discuss, Mr. Kent?”He smiled as well and sat down with relaxed ease before saying calmly, “Don’t be nervous. I brought Clark here to apologize to you. He’s still immature. I hope you can be more understanding.”Then, he cast a glance at Clark, who was standing by the side with his fists clenched. Clark looked up in anger. With a pale face, he said reluctantly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stane. I was rash. Please forgive me.”Out of spite, he turned his head to the side. I simply stared at the father-and-son duo and did not say anything. John said, “Mr. Stane, I heard that your parents passed, and you have no other family. After you graduated, you were an ordinary piano teacher, and you spent a lot of effort to ride on Layla’s coattails.”“Why don’t you get straight to the point?” I asked him coldly. John’s smile
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