Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I knew this question was cruel, but I couldn't control myself. I needed to know.

"That afternoon, she made our favorite crab rangoons and grilled sea bass for Stella and me. Crab rangoons were Stella's favorite, and I love grilled sea bass." Crab rangoons? That was also my favorite.

"While eating, she insisted that we finish everything and told me I should protect Stella.

"At that time, I didn't think much of it. But when Stella and I came home after school, there were many strangers in the house, and even a funeral car..."

I felt a chill down my spine.

He paused for a long time before continuing, "Someone told me that Aunt Hailey had died. Stella was crying inconsolably, and I held her. Just then, a body was carried out toward the funeral car.

"I ran over and pulled the white cloth covering the person. What I saw was a terrifying face, with black blood around the mouth and eyes..."

I stiffened in his arms, feeling my hair stand on end. Atlas's warm hand gently stroked me.

"I was stunned, and then someone grabbed me and threw me out. That face scared me, but that was indeed Aunt Hailey. I couldn't understand why her face was so terrifying."

favorite food that noon, and a few hours later... she was gone!"

and didn't understand what had happened to her. There were various rumors about her death. Later, I searched online to find

Atlas's chest. I didn't want to believe such

drank poison. This further confirmed my suspicion that she died of poisoning. But I

voice was choking

link it to the plane crash?" I asked,

remembered that one night before Aunt Hailey died, I was thirsty and went out for water. I overheard Aunt Hailey talking on the phone, and she sounded very anxious. I accidentally heard

I felt a shiver down my spine.

the figure of Hailey. Various scenes flashed through my mind. My head suddenly ached, and I couldn't help but whimper. Atlas immediately looked down at me, worried. "What's

him and quickly responding, "Your hug is making it hard

low, magnetic voice. "I'm sorry!

me gently and asked in a low voice, "Do you have a

"You're a sly

Foswood. That day, I had just returned from Jitador. Fate brought me back to attend

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fact, I don't need to