Chapter 1594

All of Lincoln's positive impressions of Chandler had disappeared; the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Finally, he tossed the tablet aside and crossed his arms, sulking in silence. "Hmph, Chandler is such a scumbag!" he thought bitterly. He had hoped his dad might be a decent man, but it was now clear he had been completely mistaken. Chandler was merely a superficial playboy, unworthy of Helen and absolutely unfit to be a father to him and Sienna. A man lacking self-respect was like rotten cabbage, and that's exactly what Chandler was. "I'm so mad!" Lincoln couldn't fully understand why he felt this way, but he found himself pacing the room, restless and agitated. He tossed and turned all night, hardly managing to sleep. … In the villa, Chandler sat at his computer desk, staring at a screen filled with photos of Helen and their two kids. Tenderness filled his eyes as he reminisced. Suddenly, a knock interrupted his thoughts. Chandler quickly moved hi