Beyond the Divorce

The notebook contained notes from when my dad was working. He used to teach chemistry but later took on a managerial role at the school. He hadn't been involved in practical chemistry experiments and tutorials for a long time.

What was the use of these old things?

I looked at Atlas, who was studying the contents earnestly. His expression remained unreadable. I wasn't sure if he understood what was written inside.

Then, he glanced at the executive who welcomed us and said, "We've found what they want. Our current task is to locate them, then we can negotiate." "Negotiate?" The executive looked at Atlas with some confusion. "But the item isn't in our hands."

"Don't worry, I have a plan. When they call again, we'll confirm their location," Atlas confidently replied. "They must still be in Bibury."

I watched Atlas. His speculation was correct. They wanted this notebook, and there was no need for them to travel around with someone. But I didn't understand what use they had for an old, worn-out notebook.

As I looked at Atlas again, he seemed to understand my doubts and subtly gestured for me not to speak.

A phone rang again. It was Mike's phone this time. He nodded apologetically to everyone and quickly left the room to answer the call outside.

Soon, he pushed the door open and beckoned to me. I stood up and walked out, confident it was a call from Ryan.

as I stepped outside,

I quickly answered. "Ryan!"

heard about what happened. Should I come back?"

handling it. They are currently investigating whether they're still in Bibury. Besides, Atlas brought someone with him," I informed Ryan. "Coming back won't help.

so I can come back anytime," He told me. "There's something I want to say,

say it. Why are you beating around the

told me that whatever Ryan was about to say was related to

Bibury, I investigated your parents. I couldn't find the right time to tell you,"

me off guard, confirming my suspicions. He investigated my

did you find out?" I

strangely, I

the local teachers' college. However, he was rejected multiple times. At that time, he had no recommendation letters. Trying to get into a

did he manage to get in then?" I asked

recommendation letters," Ryan hinted. "This suggests

my parents explained their origins?" I fired a series of questions at Ryan. "There's no information on that at all." Ryan gave me