Beyond the Divorce

This must be David's bedroom. A wooden board divided the interior.

In front of the board, there was a set of redwood tables and chairs, with three seats on each side.

David, who was wearing a white suit, was sitting on the main redwood armchair.

As we approached him, I could see that although he was thin, he didn't seem frail, which contradicted the news we had heard on the phone, that he had been gravely ill.

Atlas's expression was cold, indicating that he had anticipated this.

However, I felt unsettled. They had claimed he was critically ill, but everything seemed fine. What was the point of that deception? Why was Celine so eager for us to return? What was her motive? Thankfully, Atlas remained composed, indicating he had anticipated this.

But that woman had said things weren't looking good when he called her. I had clearly heard her, and I knew she wasn't our nanny.

David was the first to speak, setting down his teacup and looking at us as we approached.

"If it weren't for the 'critical illness' ruse, I wouldn't have had the chance to see you." His tone was calm, but it sounded like he was reproaching us.

His words confirmed that he wasn't really ill.

clear that Celine knew about this, and had participated in

be influenced by Celine. This made me lose any

it was him or Celine who wanted to see

you were really critically ill." Atlas's tone was severe. David didn't get

time, Atlas didn't

there was a dim and unclear light in his eyes as he stared for a few seconds before softly saying, "Please, take a seat." Atlas gestured to me, and we sat

age and frail appearance,

the men of the Pierce family were handsome,

sharp, showing vitality and spirit, indicating that he was in excellent

gaze on me was very indifferent, and tinged with a hint

in the awe I

you married?" David

"Yes," Atlas answered firmly.

you really not think of me

you really think of me as your grandson?" Atlas met David's gaze squarely, asking the question

foot in this