Chapter 260:
“Speed isn’t everything; success is what matters,” Isaac replied, nonchalantly picking up his newspaper once again, clearly uninterested in his son’s problems. “If you still think you have a chance with your old flame, you’ll never win Freya back.”
Kristian, feeling like his father was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, shot back, “If you’ve got so much time on your hands, why not manage the company?”
“I’d rather spend time with my wife,” Isaac shot back, his words few but pointed.
Kristian gave him a sidelong glance. “Haven’t you been flaunting your love for the past 22 years? Aren’t you tired of it?”
Ever since he was five, after his father had won his mother’s heart, Isaac had taken every opportunity to show off their perfect love. Isaac smiled contentedly, unbothered. “Those without a wife wouldn’t understand.”
“I have one.”
“Oh? The soon-to-be-divorced Freya?” Isaac raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter.
Kristian fell silent, unable to respond.
“Or perhaps your old flame, aka your next wife?” Isaac pressed, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Kristian longed to silence his father, perhaps more than ever before.
He even regretted helping Isaac win over his mother all those years ago—maybe he should have found a few more rivals for his father to compete with, just to keep him humble.
“Let’s not get bogged down in the past,” Isaac said, sensing his son’s discomfort. “Whether you helped me woo your mom or not, I would’ve won her over.”
“Do you think you’re the only one who can brag?” Kristian snapped back.
Isaac paused, then asked, “Do you know why?”
Kristian didn’t respond. He didn’t want to know.
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“Because your mom has always loved me. I was her first love, the one she could never forget,” Isaac said, his voice becoming unexpectedly serious. “Even though I misunderstood her, there was never another woman by my side. I didn’t break up with her, nor did I divorce her for anyone else.” Isaac’s words hung in the air.
Kristian stiffened, the truth of his father’s words settling in.
Isaac gave him a sharp glance, his voice turning cold. “I don’t want to admit you’re my son in public. You’ve embarrassed us. We can’t bear that kind of shame.”
Kristian stared at him, incredulous. “Who was it that used to parade me around everywhere, telling anyone who would listen that I was your son?”
“Who did that?” Isaac raised an eyebrow.
Kristian fell silent, unwilling to continue the argument.
As the tension between father and son simmered down, the conversation between Lionel and Freya began to echo through the room.
“How about you and Kristian wait until after my birthday to finalize the divorce?” Lionel suggested, his tone pleading. “I really want you to attend my birthday banquet as my granddaughter-in-law.”
“I’ve already agreed with Kristian to get the decree the day after tomorrow,” Freya replied, her voice firm.
“Kristian, come here!” Lionel interrupted, his voice sharp with urgency. He genuinely didn’t want Freya and Kristian to part ways.
In his eyes, Freya was a good woman, and Kristian simply didn’t know how to value her.
“Delay your divorce until my birthday. You have no objections, right?” Lionel glared at Kristian, as if saying with his eyes, “Even if you do, keep it to yourself!”
Kristian’s gaze darkened, but he gave a stiff nod. “I have no objections.”
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