Beyond the Divorce

"How's your father?"

It seemed he was aware of my father's ordeal.

Claims of him being oblivious to external affairs appeared to be merely a facade. His deep understanding of the situation suggested otherwise.

I quickly composed myself and calmly replied, "Not great. My father's leg was crippled, which disabled him. Years of imprisonment have taken a toll on his health. Although he survived, his condition deteriorated greatly. However, his mind is still sharp." My words made him glance at me. His gaze was deep, and I couldn't tell how he felt.

After a moment, he grunted as a tacit acknowledgment of my response without delving further into the topic of my father.

Instead, he said, "Since you've become Atlas's wife and you're carrying the Pierce family's offspring, it seems the Pierce family has to take responsibility for you."

I didn't understand.

When he saw my puzzled expression, he indifferently said, "From now on, you'll stay here."

His words left me stunned.

What?

you mean, Grandpa?" I asked, trying to keep calm as

him. I'll assign someone to take care of your

I inquired, trying to

depends on how

bargaining with him too?"

to ensure

was about to continue questioning him, a harsh voice sounded from the door, "Thank you for your concern, Grandpa. However, I'm

off, Atlas strode in. He was visibly displeased, indicating that he

followed closely, looking anxious.

surprised. He seemed to have expected Atlas to come. He calmly waved to Abbas, then looked at the displeased Atlas and said, "What? Don't you trust me to take care of your

you think I should trust you?"

took a sip, and said, "She'll be safe here until you finish the tasks

be safe with me." Atlas stood his ground, then walked over, gently pulling me up and into his arms. "It's

grandpa."

continued to walk away

expression. Protected