Beyond the Divorce

When Mike saw that my dad was awake, he came over to shake his hand. As he spoke to my dad, he still had a lingering fear. "I was so worried, old buddy. This is all thanks to Mr. Atlas and his team. They arrived just in time. All that matters is that you're safe." "Right after I got home, before I could even lie down, the real estate buyer came looking for me, asking about the property. He said there were some unclear details, so he requested that I go over it again... Sigh! I've made you worry." The brothers recounted the details of the kidnapping, apologizing to each other.

When Atlas saw that my dad was improving, he consulted with the doctor and decided to fly back to Foswood. With that, we said goodbye to everyone.

We boarded the plane through a special entrance and headed back to Foswood.

My dad was quiet during the flight. Atlas and I didn't ask him about it. After all, it wasn't the right time or place to discuss it. But it was clear that he was in a terrible mood.

We landed in Foswood after 1 a.m., and we headed straight back to Pleca Park.

As we entered the living room, I saw my mom.

When she noticed us walking in, she was startled. She rushed toward my dad. "George, you're finally back!"

My dad hugged her tightly, patting her back reassuringly. "I'm back. Don't worry!"

I wanted to ask about my suspicions, but Atlas pulled me aside, gesturing not to speak. He bid them goodnight and took me upstairs.

you let me find out what happened? And why did you

escape. Letting him go now is part of the plan, and we can proceed to the next step. Besides, he'll call soon. That'll be the exchange for Rory with the notebook," Atlas said

momentarily dumbfounded, and my

at

soon. He's just as afraid of a

moment, someone knocked on our room

head popped in. He had a mischievous smile on his face. "I didn't expect you guys to come back

and asked, "How did you find the notebook? Where

was in the top locker in the dressing room, hidden inside a spare blanket,"

you distract my mom?" I

a

words, I slapped my forehead. How could forget such a clever assistant? had been too impulsive

and this is like a universal key for Bermuda, Atlas.

his sentence, but the meaningful raise of his eyebrow and glance at

him sternly, "You'd better

course not!" Arnold said solemnly.