Beyond the Divorce

How was this man so irresistibly perfect and flawless? Truly, it was a stroke of luck to have found him.

I indulged in every bite. Yare, the Avila family-none of it mattered anymore.

When we returned to Pleca Park, it wasn't too late, but the vast living room felt unusually deserted, with only my foster mom present. It was giving off a chilly vibe. "Mom, why are you all alone?" I approached cheerfully, asking her.

"Hey. Your grandma and Arnold went back home today. The kids were tired from playing and just fell asleep, so it's just me now." She sighed, "Once they left, it felt so empty. It's better when there are more people here, and it's livelier."

I suddenly remembered that Archie had already returned to Solaris this morning with Ardie. Arnold, having decided to take over the Beringer family business entirely, had gone to the company early in the morning with Grandma Rose. All of them had decided to move back to the Beringer family's mansion.

"Is Dad asleep too?" I asked casually.

"He's in the annex, probably chatting with your real father."

Atlas suggested, "Shall we go and see them?"

"Sure." I nodded eagerly.

Sure enough, the two old folks were still chatting. Seeing us come in, my biological father smiled and said, "Just got back?"

I had dinner

when will you take me to meet Clark?" My father suddenly made this

was a sore spot

been brought into ATL Empire by my father, had ended

for a moment, and asked, "Dad, are

at all. I've healed so much since I returned here," my

better than

"Then let's go

was surprised and looked

late. Plus, I need

come with you," I quickly

stop me. He and the bodyguards helped my father get into the wheelchair, and we were

dad quickly looked at Atlas and asked, "Can I go

pleased, taking the initiative to

to inform Dylan of

garage from the corridor, where Atlas chose an RV and helped my father get into it. He pressed a remote, and the wheelchair was stowed away

by this series of

so it seemed that