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?

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

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

long will that take?" I inquired, trying

how efficient Atlas

him too?"

want to ensure your

your concern,

strode in. He was

looking anxious.

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

trust

froze for a moment before he casually picked up his teacup took a sip, and said,

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

grandpa." Grandpa's words carried deep

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

grandpa's expression. Protected by Atlas, we left grandpa's