Beyond the Divorce

I quickly said, "Please come in."

Then I said into the phone, "Mom, I'll call you back later."

"Okay." My mom hung up.

The door opened, and Sandy hurried in. "Mrs. Stella."

When I saw her anxious expression, I sat up quickly. "Sandy."

"Abbas is here to pick you up. Mr. David wants to see you." Sandy looked at me nervously.

"Oh," I replied. I got up from the bed and casually asked, "Where's Atlas?"

"He and Dylan have already left. Abbas said Mr. David wants to see you alone. He didn't let me call Mr. Atlas," Sandy hurriedly explained. "Mrs. Stella, you..." "Don't worry, I'll go see him," I said. I got dressed and tidied myself up to appear presentable before heading downstairs.

Atlas's grandpa wanted to see

waiting downstairs. He bowed respectfully when he saw me. "I'm here to pick

demeanor seemed respectful, but his tone had an undeniable

faintly and calmly replied,

deliberately said, "Let me call Atlas first,

you alone, Mrs. Stella," he emphasized, then respectfully gestured

tone was firm, and he didn't give me

at him.

I met Grandpa the day before yesterday,

resistant. What gave him the right to treat

of the Pierce family. That was enough to boost

deep breath, trying to relax When we car di arrived at the mansion,

at the entrance, and he went in to report before returning to escort me inside. Grandpa was in the main

in, he glanced at me, then gestured to a chair opposite him