Chapter 290

Louis suddenly looked up, staring blankly at Robert—the son he had always despised and ignored. Robert met his gaze, his deep-set eyes and furrowed brows tinged with an icy, detached coldness. "In a while, someone will take you to the police station," Robert said, his thin lips parting calmly to deliver the words. Louis shuddered at this. He stood frozen momentarily, then hurriedly walked over to face Robert. His son was half a head taller than him, forcing Louis to look up. "Robert..." he whispered, the name slipping out in a tone softer than he'd ever used before. This was the first time Louis had called his son by his name, the first time he spoke to him so tenderly. But Robert remained unmoved. His strikingly handsome features were as if encased in a layer of frost, utterly indifferent. Despite being right in front of him, the distance between father and son felt insurmountable. Louis felt a cold chill in his heart, sinking deeper into the pit of despair. He was frightened. Robert