Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 347 Bumping Into Dylan

Lauren had booked a luxurious suite with its own hot tub. However, my dad was old–fashioned and

preferred to soak outdoors, so we reluctantly let him go.

Ava was thrilled to visit this kind of place for the first time. She kept admiring her swimsuit and dancing in

the mirror. My mother joined the fun, and they both had a great time.

Lauren and I continued to discuss the state of ATL Empire. She expressed her helplessness and said, This time, I really don’t know what to do. Nobody can get in touch with Atlas.”

“Don’t blame yourself. I’m well aware of this. Pleca Park is off–limits now that he’s injured and there for treatment. Plus, Celine has arranged for her own people to guard him. It’s as if he’s under house arrest.”

I was getting more anxious after learning he’d be treated in Monora. Something didn’t seem right. He

would be taken to Monora unaware and can’t defend himself if Celine tried to hurt him.

“Ive received word that they plan to send him to Monora for treatment,” I continued. “If he were

conscious, it would be a good thing, but in his current condition…”

I couldn’t finish my sentence, and Lauren understood my concern.

overthink it,” she comforted me, then changed the subject.

tiring, and it didn’t take long for us to feel

my dad and order food. Let’s eat while

go check on your dad, and I’ll order

towel and headed out. The

here was quite effective.

swung open, and a man emerged

and glanced into the

was surprised to see Dylan inside, eating and conversing with someone. The man who

door,

man who had left the room. He

bit self–conscious, I averted my

suspicion. Could it

and it was as if he had disappeared.

Did Dylan

forgetting my initial purpose for leaving the spa area. My dad must’ve been looking for me, and when he saw me come out, he

that I was looking for him. “Dad, let’s go inside and

We’ve already

passed that room again, I wanted to knock on the door and see

especially at such a critical moment. If it was Dylan, he must have a reason for

suite while I lingered in the corridor, hoping for another chance to see that door open. At the very least, I wanted an opportunity to ask–about Atlas’s

needed to confirm