Ryan’s POV
I drove to one of the city's largest law firms to see my lawyer. He’s an old friend of mine, and keeping him by my side through this divorce is the best way to keep that ugly urchin in check.
“Barrister Smith. How’re you doing?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here because of the divorce, and you know we have to make it a lot harder for her to make her work for me,” I explained to him, watching his hand grasp for the bottle of whiskey.
I stopped to observe him for a while, then noticed he was drunk and had a picture on his phone.
“What’s wrong, ng Barrister?” I inquired as he was about to grab his phone, but I stopped him and wondered why he’d be drinking whiskey at this time of the day.
“Come on, what’s going on here?”
“I’ve been a divorce attorney for more than a d
