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?

trying

the tasks I've assigned to him. I'll assign someone to take care of your daily needs until you give birth," he explained in a tone that left no room

take?" I inquired, trying

on how efficient

you bargaining with him

want to ensure your safety," he

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

He was visibly

followed closely, looking anxious. Obviously, he couldn't stop

then looked at the displeased Atlas and said, "What? Don't you trust

think I should trust you?" Atlas asked without

teacup took a sip, and said,

walked over, gently pulling me up and into his arms. "It's late, Grandpa. You should rest." Then he led

kid. I'm your grandpa." Grandpa's

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

grandpa's expression. Protected