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?

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

take care of your daily needs until you give birth," he explained in a tone that left no room

I

on how efficient

you bargaining with him

ensure your

was about to continue questioning him, a harsh voice sounded from the door, "Thank you for your concern, Grandpa. However, I'm capable of taking care of my own wife and children.

was visibly

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

have expected Atlas to come. He calmly waved to Abbas, then looked at the

think I should trust you?" Atlas

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

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

grandpa." Grandpa's words

continued to walk away without hesitation, casually saying, "And you're

back to see grandpa's expression. Protected by Atlas, we left