Chapter 1372
This morning. Harold stood in the garden and did his morning exercise routine. He was feeling. pretty good and relaxed as he finished up his stretching when his phone started ringing. It was from an unknown number.
Harold rarely answered such calls, but he was in a good mood today so he decided to see who it was. “Hello, who’s this?”
“Mr. Husson, you need not know who I am. I’m just a Good Samaritan who wants to inform you of something.”
Harold frowned. His voice was a lot sterner as he asked, “Who on earth are you?”
“Did you know that your son, Ren Husson, and your daughter’s goddaughter, Ruka Singed, are cohabitating?”
“What kind of nonsense is that? My son is a decent and righteous man. Don’t bother coming up with these ridiculous claims,” Harold snapped back.
“Hah. It seems like you don’t know your son very well. Your son went behind your back and started living together with Ruka Singed. How can you not know about such a scandalous affair?”
“Who on earth are you? You have no grounds for questioning my son’s character,” Harold snorted.
Harold picked his phone up and sat down on a chair beside him to look through all the photos. They showed Ren and Ruka staring at each other and behaving like a loving couple. There were also two photos of them kissing. After seeing it all, Harold’s fury reached its peak again.
Why was Ren messing around now when the elections were coming up soon? That man had even claimed that Ren wanted to give up on the elections because of Ruka!
Harold was so mad that his chest began to hurt. He was consumed by rage and immediately called Ren.
“Hi, Dad,” Ren greeted.
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Buenas noches,muy interesante,pero al alargar tanto e incluir tantas historias tan buenas e interesante como la principal ya no se sabe en si cual es la historia que más impacta, y al pasar tanto capítulos sin mencionar a los principales uno hasta se olvida de ellos, creo que la escritora debió dejar la historia hasta la boda de Anastasia, ya uno está cansado y las historias de una manera se repiten...