Beyond the Divorce



I intentionally made that remark.

Suddenly, I noticed the old man glancing at me.

I had heard about the Pierce family's history from Grandma Rose.

When the Pierce family first arrived in Nocturnia, things weren't easy for them. Their fortunes had completely turned around only after David had married the eldest daughter of the Cross family.

I figured this mansion must have been built during that time. Everything about it, from its location and architectural style to the overall maintenance of the courtyard, exuded an ancient style.

However, Celine's mother was just a mistress who favored luxury and fashion, so she wouldn't have liked it here. Even if she had, she wouldn't have been entitled to live here, as it belonged to the eldest daughter of the Cross family.

So it was only natural that Celine had never lived here.

The drizzle continued, and I couldn't be bothered to contend with Celine. Instead, I strolled leisurely in the courtyard, admiring the view of the garden. I didn't venture into other parts of the yard without permission.

I felt Celine and Kenzie's venomous gazes following me the whole time.

I hadn't expected Atlas to spend over two hours with his grandpa in the room, which left Celine, who had been waiting outside, feeling restless.

There was no way she was in the mood to deal with me now. I was sure she was feeling guilty.

As Atlas emerged from the room, Celine stood up. "Atlas, you're back. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to see grandpa." Atlas's tone was firm.

"I need to talk to you about something. Wait here. I'll go and say hello to dad first." Celine's tone carried a hint of command.

"I have something to attend to. Another day, perhaps. I'll take Chlo back with me now," Atlas said as he held my hand. He opened the umbrella without waiting for Celine to speak again, and we walked out.

I glanced back at Celine and saw her frowning as she watched us leave. I flashed her a smile before getting into the car with Atlas. "What did grandpa say to you?" I asked Atlas, watching him closely.

"Nothing much. We just talked about some things from the past." Atlas sounded indifferent, and he was clearly not telling me the whole truth.

I didn't believe that he had spent over two hours just talking about the past with Grandpa, but I didn't press further.

I just stayed silent.

Atlas didn't say another word on the way back, though he held my hand tightly. He appeared to be lost in thought.

He only seemed to snap out of it

when the car returned to the estate. Holding my hand, he said, "The weather's not great today. Let's stay at home. When the weather clears up, take you around to see the places where we grew up together."

"Okay." I nodded.

Sandy hurried out from inside the house. I supposed she was trying to figure out what had happened from our expressions.

Atlas cheerfully asked, "What's for lunch, Sandy?"

She immediately brightened up. "Al

nex

the things you both loved to eat when you were little. Now that we're back here, of course we'll eat the food from home." Content belongs

She chattered on and loudly called out, "Iris, come out and see. Mr. Atlas and Ms. Stella are back. It's been a long time since you saw them."

As she said that, a middle-aged woman emerged from inside. She appeared to be in her forties.

She stood at the dining room door and fixed her eyes on me for a long time before muttering, "You've changed a lot, but you're still our Ms. Stella."

I just smiled, not knowing what to say.

Atlas greeted her. "Hey, Iris."

"It's a good thing you've brought her back. Thank the heavens."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Let's prepare the food and have lunch." Sandy briskly disappeared into the kitchen.

Iris glanced at me again, wiping her eyes, then quickly ran inside as she announced, "Lunch will be ready soon!"

Just then, Dylan walked in from

outside and looked at Atlas. He

didn't say anything, but there wa

something in his gaze, as Atlas nodded in understanding.