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    “Dad? What are you doing here?” she asked, caught off guard. Ever since Alec had married his mistress L and started a new life, he had stayed away from them. His showing up today was unexpected.


    Isabe blocked the doorway, reluctant to let him in.


    Ruby heard the noise and walked over. Seeing Alec, her fury erupted. “What do you want? Get lost. You’re not wee here.”


    Outside, Alec stood in in clothes. Compared to a few months ago, he looked aged, his posture stooped, his hair noticeably grayer.


    “This is my son’s house. My daughter’s house. Why can’t Ie here?”


    Alec’s shamelessness had grown. He pushed past the two women and barged inside. “You’re living pretty well, huh? Why should you get to enjoy this? I want to live here, too!”


    Ruby was enraged. She grabbed Alec, trying to haul him out. “Get out! When you abandoned us, the three of us were nearly homeless; you didn’t give a damn about us at that time. Now that we’re finally doing well and you’re down on your luck, you think you can juste back? We don’t pity you. You made your bed; lie in it. Leave, or I’m calling the police!”


    Alec was consumed by regret. This house surpassed the one he had owned at the height of his sess.


    He had heard whispers that Ruby was thriving, raising their son and daughter infort. Desperate, he had reached out to Mack multiple times, pleading for cash and leaning on his woes, but Mack didn’t budge. Instead, Mack had unleashed a torrent of insults and swore to cut him off for good.


    He was getting old. Despite his extensive background in corporate leadership, employers overlooked him, leaving him with menial tasks like car washing or janitorial work—jobs he deemed unworthy of his stature.


    However, his wife, L, once his mistress, said that he was still shy of sixty and had no justification for idling at home, dependent on her ie. She questioned how he could live so shamelessly off her earnings.


    Initially, when L had weed him into her life, she had doted on him, preparing his meals and caring for his needs with warmth. However, as time passed, even the most patient woman would tire of a man unwilling to contribute financially.


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    Tensions between them had red, and Alec and L’s disputes became relentless. It was L who suggested that Alec turn to his children for financial help.


    Her paycheck, she argued, couldn’t sustain their family of three, and Alec needed to find a solution.


    Though he resented the idea of asking his children for money, Alec knew he had no choice.


    Their child’s private tutoring drained nearly twenty thousand monthly, and L’s beauty regimen demanded a simr sum, ranging from thousands to tens of thousands.


    L was unwavering; she refused topromise her lifestyle. If Alec couldn’t secure funds, she threatened divorce, unwilling to continue supporting him financially.


    Desperate, Alec contemted returning to his ex-wife. That was why he hade here today.


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