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?

Grandpa?" I asked, trying to keep calm as

Atlas finishes the tasks I've assigned to him. I'll assign someone to take care of your daily needs

take?" I inquired, trying to

how

with him too?" I

ensure your safety," he said

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

strode in. He was visibly displeased, indicating

him, Abbas followed closely, looking anxious.

come. He calmly waved to Abbas, then looked at the displeased Atlas and said, "What? Don't you trust me

think I should trust you?"

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

me." Atlas stood his ground, then walked over, gently pulling me up

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

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

didn't turn back to see grandpa's expression. Protected by Atlas,