Divorced By My Cold Husband, I Returned As A CEO
the old man asked, not fully convinced.
“Yes,” she insisted. “You got it all wrong.”
Alaric stepped closer, studying them carefully. Then he nodded slowly.
“Alright then… to show me that everything is fine, hug each other.”
Elara froze.
“Uh… Father, there’s no need for that. We’re fine—”
“Elara, my child,” he interrupted softly, “please. I need to see it.”
She smiled awkwardly, her patience thinning.
Reluctantly, she stepped forward… and hugged Victor.