I eventually dialed her number, only to find it busy.
Sitting on the bed, I was at a loss.
Suddenly, the phone rang, startling me. It was my mother, Sophie Bogart, calling.
"Humphrey, the Fox family doesn't take you seriously at all!"
I had planned to settle everything before informing my parents, but at that moment, I didn't know what to say.
Perhaps sensing my helplessness, my dad, Timothy Bogart, loudly reassured me.
"Don't worry. What can the Fox family do with their money? Worst case, you come back to inherit the family fortune. You have me backing you up."
"Yeah, I know, don't worry. I can handle it."
After hanging up, I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, "Dad really knows how to brag, huh? Inherit the family business? Inherit that little house back home?"
But when I saw the photo Eric sent, I felt compelled. If I didn't act, how could I call myself a man?
I took out my phone and checked all the evidence I held. The images were unbearable but were the best evidence of her infidelity.
Then I went to the Fox Manor. Seeing me, the Fox Manor's housekeeper sneered a few words.
I refused to leave, so she told me to wait and went inside.