Beyond the Divorce

Atlas immediately said "Kenny, we need to go now. Take care of yourself. I'll get you out of here."

Then he pulled me with him back into the flower house, briskly crossing it until we stopped by the edge of the pool.

I glanced back at Kenny. He was trembling, and quickly disappeared into the cottage. He was reluctant to see us leave.

The butler came over when Tris arrived, glanced at the flower house, and smiled. "Mr. Atlas, Miss, please come over. The guests have arrived."

Atlas gave him a cold glance and asked indifferently, "What guests?"

"Miss Celine invited some distinguished guests here to celebrate Mr. Atlas's return. After all, it's been a long time since the mansion had a lively event like this," The butler responded obsequiously. I ignored him and asked while pointing to the pool, "Where are the water lilies?"

The butler immediately respectfully replied, "Madam, the water lilies we used to have were all precious varieties that no one could care for properly, so... they all withered!"

I looked at the koi in the pool with a sad expression and said, "It seems these water lilies have spirits. They know who their true master is and they refuse to thrive for wicked and filthy people."

My words came from the heart. I was convinced that the water lilies in this pool had been grown by my mother and all had spiritual qualities. How could they bloom for malicious and impure individuals after their owner passed away? "Don't be sad. I'll plant a pool of thriving water lilies for you," Atlas said tenderly in my ear. "Let's go!"

my hand and led

the corner

long ago, but

butler. He probably wasn't a good person, since he served Celine and

the flower house and

realized then that Celine had extended an

the hall was crowded with people who

was taken aback. How could these people have appeared silently and unexpectedly, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain? The hall was filled with bustling activity, and people

silent when we entered, and everyone turned to stare

at me with an odd expression

seemed that Celine's invitation today was not just about

waist and forcefully whispered, "Don't be

and whispered, "Do you

though I said that, I was feeling nervous. After all, I had been utterly mentally unprepared, since I