Beyond the Divorce

After hanging up, Ivanna and I returned to Oliver's hospital room. I said, "Oliver, take good care of yourself. I'll come see you again tomorrow. I need to handle some things at home."

Oliver nodded quickly. "Go ahead. I'm fine now. You don't need to come if you're busy. Since Lauren's here, I'm sure I'll recover quickly. She takes really good care of me."

I smiled knowingly and teased, "Of course you're fine! She's very gentle, and she's the best of us!"

Lauren, who was still busy feeding Oliver, instructed, "Please see Chloe off, Alex."

"There's no need for that." I held Alex back. "We're not strangers. You guys go ahead and eat. I need to go back to Fremont Bay to see my dad. When he's discharged, your family should come to Fremont Bay, and we'll celebrate properly." Alex immediately stood up. "Okay, Chloe. I'll definitely be there!"

After exchanging pleasantries, I quickly left them and returned to my father's side.

Atlas had already arranged for a caretaker to pick up my father and Loak and take them directly to Fremont Bay.

Since it was Saturday, everyone, including the children, was at home.

Atlas must have told everyone that we were coming back. As soon as we entered Fremont Bay, the whole family came out to welcome us. The car drove to the family ward area of the annex building. We settled my father, Loak, and the medical staff there. We put my father in the annex so he could be treated there more easily.

my parents followed us, and Atlas introduced everyone. My father didn't know much about my experiences, but when Atlas told him that these were

go. I understood that he had something to

condition. After all, he had finally come home, and I think he must

the man in the bed. She might have been shocked by how thin my father was, as she seemed

her over and said,

when my father reached out to her, but she couldn't

a little embarrassed and

held her in his arms and

no idea what a real grandfather was, simply stared at my father with a little fear in her big eyes. She hugged my foster father's neck, asking,

laughed, but I

these grandpas love you and your mom. You

walked over cautiously and leaned over the bed, calling out to my father softly and

hand

father's eyes filled with tears, and he choked as he said, "She looks just like when Stella was young! She's so