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 I stared at

I'll assign someone to take care of your daily needs until you give birth,"

I inquired, trying

depends on how efficient

you bargaining with him

to ensure

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

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

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

seem surprised. He seemed to have expected Atlas to come. He calmly waved to Abbas, then looked at the displeased

you think I should trust you?"

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

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

your grandpa." Grandpa's words carried deep

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

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