Beyond the Divorce

I noticed a shift in his emotions. I asked softly while looking at him, "It's different now, isn't it?"

"Yeah." His eyes swept across the layout of the entire west side, and he said coldly, "It's no longer the same as before."

I knew exactly why Atlas was angry. If the place had been tampered with, the chances of us finding any traces of the past were basically zero.

Not to mention any signs of where my mother had left things.

Putting his arm around my shoulder and patting it, Atlas reassured me, "I had expected as much."

Despite his words, his expression was depressing. I knew there was still some anger in him because he couldn't help me recall the past and felt regretful.

"But this also indicates something..." Atlas finished speaking and looked at me.

I looked up at him and continued his thought, "Even if she changed the house, she still couldn't find anything of value by accident! In other words, the things aren't in this building!" His eyes skittered over his surroundings, and I knew instantly his intention. I said nothing more.

The modifications in the internal details here were reasonable, considering it had been 20 years. It wouldn't be the same after Celine came in. After all, she felt guilty!

change or erase any signs of our two families

before, I thought the

the last time you came back?" I

time I came back, it was still the same, but now everything has changed!" I scoffed, "She thinks that by

on it," Atlas patted my shoulder

between the two of us. We both knew that the chances of finding clues to the BZ plan from here

the real purpose of our

the greenhouse!" I looked at him, wanting to divert his attention. "When

you

out of the main building through the side door at the end of the corridor. "When our mothers were still alive, they always went out from here to the

in my dream was too vague, but I remembered clearly that it had a tiny pond with lotus flowers and beautiful

side door, we walked along a quiet path paved with stone slabs with lush plants on both sides. The backyard was quite

left was a large glass

from Atlas's hand and walked a bit faster in the direction of the