Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 220

"They're just deluding themselves, why should I care?"

"It's always the same with you guys. If you say Cousin isn't a good person, then it must be a lie, a rumor. Why is it that no matter what I say, you never believe me?"

Xavier's voice rose a notch, "If you hadn't given them the wrong idea, would they be mistaken? And not just one, but quite a few of them!"

"How am I supposed to control what's in other people's heads?"

Father and son exchanged sharp words, and Gina, feeling drained, occasionally tried to mediate as they continued their argument all the way home.

When they got back to their villa, Archie stormed upstairs with a stern look on his face. The sound of the door slamming shut could be heard from downstairs.

Archie lay on his bed, still fuming. He got up and walked to his computer desk. Opening Instagram, he navigated to his only special follow with practiced ease.

It was an account belonging to a comic artist named "Daphne."

This artist had started their individual account a few years ago, amassing over 600,000 followers with just one ongoing series.

"Little Red's Adventures"

wasn't about the Little Red Riding Hood from the Grimm fairy

a bold vow to reach the moon following a bet with a friend, set off on a world tour,

this artist's style and imaginative storytelling, often turning to it when

towards mechanical engineering, changing

meet this admired artist in person, but Daphne had

left comments on the account, eager to adapt the work, but

still no update, the last post frozen in time from

a while, he felt his

the Red Hat robot avatar, lost in thought... What kind of person could

annoyed at the thought of his weekly meetings with his cousin, but then a lightbulb went

course, I'll go! Why wouldn't

out the woman who had supposedly ensnared him. Hopefully, he could snap a few incriminating photos to

praise his cousin in front of him

several excuses that night to leave the family

to climb over the wall