Beyond the Divorce

I knew this question was cruel, but I couldn't control myself. I needed to know.

"That afternoon, she made our favorite crab rangoons and grilled sea bass for Stella and me. Crab rangoons were Stella's favorite, and I love grilled sea bass." Crab rangoons? That was also my favorite.

"While eating, she insisted that we finish everything and told me I should protect Stella.

"At that time, I didn't think much of it. But when Stella and I came home after school, there were many strangers in the house, and even a funeral car..."

I felt a chill down my spine.

He paused for a long time before continuing, "Someone told me that Aunt Hailey had died. Stella was crying inconsolably, and I held her. Just then, a body was carried out toward the funeral car.

"I ran over and pulled the white cloth covering the person. What I saw was a terrifying face, with black blood around the mouth and eyes..."

I stiffened in his arms, feeling my hair stand on end. Atlas's warm hand gently stroked me.

"I was stunned, and then someone grabbed me and threw me out. That face scared me, but that was indeed Aunt Hailey. I couldn't understand why her face was so terrifying."

Atlas hugged me tighter, his voice hoarse. "I felt that Aunt Hailey must've known something. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made our favorite food that noon, and a few hours later... she was gone!" Hearing this, I felt a bit horrified. Everything was just too scary.

had happened to her. There were various rumors about her death. Later, I searched online to find out why such a thing could happen. The result was

Atlas's chest. I didn't want to believe such

she drank poison. This further confirmed my suspicion that she died of poisoning.

voice was

suspicions? How did you link it to the

thirsty and went out for water. I overheard Aunt Hailey talking on the phone, and she sounded

Hailey found out about this?" I felt a shiver down my spine. "It seems like

through my mind. My head suddenly ached, and I couldn't help but whimper. Atlas immediately looked down at me, worried. "What's wrong?

concealed it, smiling at him and quickly responding, "Your hug is making it

voice. "I'm sorry! I

voice, "Do you have a headache? You can't fool

into his arms. "You're a sly fox! Nothing can

a telepathic connection, just like when I first saw you in Foswood. That

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