Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

After moving to Pleca Park, the kids and my parents were happy.

Atlas had somehow managed to set up two spacious and dreamlike rooms. Even I couldn't resist the idea of sleeping in them.

My childhood memories were hazy and confused me, after all. But the rooms before me seemed like something out of a dream. Ava was clearly thrilled. She was acting giddy with excitement and would not go to sleep.

After finally getting them to sleep, I went to check on my parents' room.

My mom secretly pulled me aside and asked in a hushed tone, "How much did Atlas spend on building such a big house? It's huge. It's such a waste. Back in our hometown, I thought the teachers' college was empty, even when all the teachers were living in it."

I burst into laughter at her words. They weren't even on the same scale.

However, I knew they were both very satisfied.

My dad, on the other hand, kept talking to me. He mentioned that the backyard here was spacious and could grow various plants.

I chuckled and told him, "Small plants are nice, but I don't encourage turning this into a farm."

My dad laughed heartily. I rarely saw him this happy.

In my memory, he had always been reserved, especially after he ended up in the hospital because of my issues. He had been gloomy since.

Seeing him smile so happily now, I also felt genuinely happy.

were worry-free, but outside,

I officially secured the Avalon Hills project,

responsibility to Melanie without regard for her previous "relationship" with

to use his connections to find a way to get Melanie out. However, things went contrary to his wishes. The more he tried, the more problems arose. Liora would never allow Melanie to be

could set traps outside without restriction because Melanie was inside. Liora was still Mrs. Liora for the time being, and that title still had authority, even though Atticus had already controlled her use of Echelon

things around. He faced

Matthew was waiting in my office. He looked disheveled

you come so late? Where did you all go? Why isn't anyone at home?" Clearly,

and calmly said, "What's the

moment, his tired eyes scanning the surroundings. After all, this was ATL Empire's office. I understood his concerns and gestured for

"Let's talk inside!"

refuse him, and a glimmer of hope

sat on my chair and looked at him, saying, "What is

a loss for words. He remained silent for a long time

soon as he spoke, it seemed

he

now, and the bank is pressuring us every

Muborough are al halted. Other

to the

destruction."