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?

I asked, trying to keep calm as I stared

to take care of your daily needs

that take?" I

how

him too?" I retorted

just want to ensure your safety," he said

your concern, Grandpa. However, I'm capable of taking care of my own wife and children. You

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

Abbas followed closely, looking anxious. Obviously,

looked at the displeased Atlas and said, "What? Don't you trust me to take care

I should trust you?" Atlas

a moment before he casually picked up his teacup took a sip, and said, "She'll be safe here until you finish the tasks I've

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

kid. I'm your grandpa." Grandpa's words carried deep

Atlas didn't pause. He continued to walk away without hesitation, casually

grandpa's expression. Protected by