Beyond the Divorce

"She managed to escape that ordeal thanks to a major illness she had at the time. I think she probably faked half of it. After resigning voluntarily, she cleverly didn't rush to leave Nocturnia." "Oh?" I was surprised.

Atlas nodded. "She stayed there for a long time and observed the Pierce family until the bizarre rumors about them completely disappeared. Only then did she quietly leave Nocturnia."

"I was not in a good situation at that time. She was alone and powerless, and could not find out where I was. So, she kept her secret. When my people found her, she still continued to act confused and senile," Atlas chuckled helplessly. "She did not take those things out until she saw me herself."

I couldn't help but admire Chelsea.

Atlas glanced at me. He looked exhausted as he opened the door.

We drove back to Pleca Park following the same route. It was midnight when we arrived. After parking the car, we took the elevator to the top floor and returned to our room.

I could not believe what had happened tonight. How could a conniving villain have shattered the happiness of two families?

After a quick shower, I sat on the bed with a heavy heart. I felt an inexplicable tension as I didn't know if the father I had never met was safe.

After all, Clark and Jarvis had been captured. What about my father? How was he doing?

bargaining chip to ensure their safety, why did Atlas say the situation was

someone else wanted to use my father as bait. But who did they want to

I thought about it, the

hardships in

rejected by her family. They had depended on each other their whole lives but ended up facing this tragedy. I didn't even know if he was aware that my mother was

his career, assisting Louis like a true friend. But due to his mistakes, we had ended up separated by life and death. Both families had been destroyed, and we had wandered alone for more

really being controlled by someone else, could his life be in danger? If he was still in there, what kind of situation

a problem. Why would Clark say those things

chaotic thoughts, Atlas returned to

still damp. I got out of bed and picked up a clean towel, gently saying to him, "Bend down. I'll dry

Atlas obediently bent down, and I dried his

you leaving? Tomorrow? Can I go with you?" I asked, "I