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 I stared at

until Atlas finishes the tasks 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 take?" I

how efficient

you bargaining with him too?"

just want to ensure your safety," he

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

voice trailed off, Atlas strode in. He was

closely, looking anxious.

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

trust you?" Atlas

picked up his teacup took a sip, and said,

his ground, then walked over, gently pulling me up and into

grandpa." Grandpa's words carried

to walk away

expression.