Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I chuckled, thinking Ava was indeed attached to me. However, I had been so busy that I hadn't spent much quality time with her. Honestly, I felt guilty about it.

Since my mom told me not to enter the music room, I sat with her in the small living area upstairs instead. I leaned against her affectionately, as it had been a long time since I felt this close to my mom, especially after learning about my true identity.

I felt an unusual comfort as I rested against her. However, Atlas's description of Lucille's final moments flooded my mind, sending shivers down my spine. My mom glanced down at me and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

She instinctively palmed my forehead to check for signs of illness. I quickly reassured her, "No, I'm just tired from today."

"Then go to bed. You've been through a lot, dear," my mom spoke softly.

I murmured, "I'm waiting for Atlas to get back. I have something to tell him." Suddenly, my nose tingled, and I silently uttered, "My poor mother died tragically."

harbor resentment toward Clark, thinking I'd never let him off the hook. Meanwhile, my mom continued to stroke my hair, and I felt a lovely warmth. I wished everything was just a dream. There were no so-called

subject, "I sent Ryan back to Bibury for a two-week vacation. He has a

in handling that. I can finally feel at ease, or I'd always feel indebted to Ryan. He should have found a girlfriend years ago. He should already be married and had children. If he did, they would be around

son-in-law, so she always felt a sense of

mom was and continued, "I'm considering inviting them for the New Year. Since our old house is

more people over would be great. I'll

sounds wonderful.

It felt

then added, "Our house is nearing

there to check out? Let's just

out instead! We can't sell it," my mom