Stellan Sutton stood in front of the carved wooden door, raised his hand, and knocked.
The door opened. The old Master Sutton, who had just been sitting on the bed animatedly chatting with the butler, instantly changed his expression, clutching his chest and calling out, "Oh, my heart, my heart hurts! Quick, help me lie down!"
Stellan could only shake his head helplessly and stepped forward to support him. "I'm back, Grandpa."
Master Sutton shot him a glance. "Who are you, here to drive me mad, is that it?"
"Of course not." Stellan sat by the bed. "Are you still mad at me? I just finished comforting my mom—shall I try to coax you too?"
Master Sutton huffed, visibly disgruntled, "I don't need your coaxing! Tell me first, what's this divorce about? Lawyer Grant told me you've already drawn up the divorce papers and even went to the registry before—are you really so determined?"
Stellan nodded. "Yes."
