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?"

"Yeah, I had

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

knew this was a sore spot

had been brought into ATL Empire by my father, had

pondered for a moment, and asked, "Dad, are you feeling

at all. I've healed so much

better than when you

said, "Then

looked at Atlas, "It's

not too late. Plus, I need

with you,"

stop me. He and the bodyguards helped my father get into

Atlas and asked, "Can I

looked pleased, taking the initiative to push my

a call to inform Dylan of

garage from the corridor, where Atlas chose an RV and helped my father get into it. He pressed

amazed by

vehicle before, so it seemed that