"I mean, it’s a pity for you," I said calmly, my voice laced with regret.

He looked at me, his anger seemingly abating. He seemed confused by my words.

"You were supposed to be a capable member of the Huffman family, but you've strayed from that path.”

He suddenly looked at me as though he had found someone who finally understood him. With a hint of helplessness in his gaze, he complained, “He’s never valued me.”

"What's your name?" I deliberately stalled for time, wanting to play mind games with him. I was hoping to get some information about where my father was.

"Millard Huffman," he said angrily. "All I remember is my surname, Millard.”

"That’s a pity," I repeated.

He looked at me, growing more impatient. "Stop beating around the bush and get to the point."

"Anson gave you your name, right, Millard?” I wanted to confirm this with him.

"Yes, he did." He stood on a stool, studying me.

"He meant for you to remember your original surname, even if you had become part of the Huf