Beyond the Divorce

"She managed to escape that ordeal thanks to a major illness she had at the time. I think she probably faked half of it. After resigning voluntarily, she cleverly didn't rush to leave Nocturnia." "Oh?" I was surprised.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Atlas nodded. "She stayed there for a long time and observed the Pierce family until the bizarre rumors about them completely disappeared. Only then did she quietly leave Nocturnia."

"I was not in a good situation at that time. She was alone and powerless, and could not find out where I was. So, she kept her secret. When my people found her, she still continued to act confused and senile," Atlas chuckled helplessly. "She did not take those things out until she saw me herself."

I couldn't help but admire Chelsea.

Atlas glanced at me. He looked exhausted as he opened the door.

We drove back to Pleca Park following the same route. It was midnight when we arrived. After parking the car, we took the elevator to the top floor and returned to our room.

I could not believe what had happened tonight. How could a conniving villain have shattered the happiness of two families?

After a quick shower, I sat on the bed with a heavy heart. I felt an inexplicable tension as I didn't know if the father I had never met was safe.

After all, Clark and Jarvis had been captured. What about my father? How was he doing?

If they just wanted to use my father as a bargaining chip to ensure their safety, why did Atlas say the situation was complicated?

It wasn't hard to imagine that someone else wanted to use my father as bait. But who did they want to lure? Atlas, or Celine?

The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became.

My father had already faced many hardships in his life. He had fallen in

love with my mother, only to be rejected by her family. They had depended on each other their whole lives but ended up facing this tragedy. I didn't even know if he was aware that my mother was no longer alive.

He had been dedicated to his career, assisting Louis like a true friend. But due to his mistakes, we had ended up separated by life and death. Both families had been destroyed, and we had wandered alone for more than a decade.

If he was really being controlled by someone else, could his life be in danger? If he was still in there, what kind of situation was he in?

There must be a problem. Why would Clark say those things otherwise?

While I was lost in my chaotic thoughts, Atlas returned to the room after his shower.

His hair was still damp. I got out of bed and picked up a clean towel, gently saying to him, "Bend down. I'll dry your hair for you. It'll be faster that way."

"Sure." Atlas obediently bent down, and I dried his hair.

"When are you leaving? Tomorrow? Can I go with you?" I asked, "I want to go pick up my father."

After a moment of silence, Atlas straightened up, grabbed my hand, and looked at me seriously. "I can't take you with me this time, Chlo. It's too dangerous. I don't want you to take any risks."

He held my hand and said, "Besides, you being there would distract me. Every extra minute I spend at that place would mean more danger. You have to understand me and listen, okay? Trust me, I'll bring you father back."

I looked into his eyes and found no reason to continue talking. He sensed the frustration lingering in my gaze. He set aside the towel in his hands and carried me back to bed, where he held me close.

"Don't worry, Chlo. We'll definitely see each other again. Just trust me and wait for my return," he reassured me with his arms wrapped around me.

I was a bit displeased, but deep

down, I understood his reasoning.

My presence would distract him. That was something I couldn't deny. But this was my biological father we were talking about. How could possibly just sit here and wait? Every minute that passed without knowing how he was felt like torture.

With my mother no longer alive, I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing my father again.