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?

I asked, trying to keep

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

will that take?" I inquired, trying to

on how efficient Atlas

bargaining with him too?" I retorted

want to ensure your safety," he said

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. You don't

strode in. He was visibly displeased, indicating

followed closely, looking anxious. Obviously, he

calmly waved to Abbas, then looked at the displeased Atlas and said, "What? Don't you trust me to take care of your wife and

think I should trust you?" Atlas

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

me up and into his arms. "It's late, Grandpa. You should rest." Then he

I'm your grandpa." Grandpa's words

pause. He continued to walk away without hesitation, casually saying, "And you're my

grandpa's expression.