Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1443 The Disappointment

I noticed a shift in his emotions. I asked softly while looking at him, "It's different now, isn't it?"

"Yeah." His eyes swept across the layout of the entire west side, and he said coldly, "It's no longer the same as before."

I knew exactly why Atlas was angry. If the place had been tampered with, the chances of us finding any traces of the past were basically zero.

Not to mention any signs of where my mother had left things.

Putting his arm around my shoulder and patting it, Atlas reassured me, "I had expected as much."

Despite his words, his expression was depressing. I knew there was still some anger in him because he couldn't help me recall the past and felt regretful.

"But this also indicates something..." Atlas finished speaking and looked at me.

I looked up at him and continued his thought, "Even if she changed the house, she still couldn't find anything of value by accident! In other words, the things aren't in this building!" His eyes skittered over his surroundings, and I knew instantly his intention. I said nothing more.

The modifications in the internal details here were reasonable, considering it had been 20 years. It wouldn't be the same after Celine came in. After all, she felt guilty!

She had to find a way to change or erase any signs of our two families living here.

remember what it was like before, I thought

time

and said, "It's been many years since I came back here. The last time I came back, it was still the same, but now everything has changed!" I scoffed, "She thinks that

working on it," Atlas patted

us. We both knew that the chances of finding clues to the BZ plan from here were now

purpose of our

greenhouse!" I looked at him, wanting to divert his attention. "When I came,

take you there," he

of the main building through the side door at the end of the corridor. "When our mothers were still alive, they always went out from here to

was curious. The garden in my dream was too vague, but I remembered clearly that it had a tiny

out of

a quiet path paved with stone slabs with lush plants on both sides. The backyard was quite spacious, with large lawns

left was

walked a bit faster in the

feeling of familiarity. In my dream, I

moving too quickly and said, "Slow down a

and said, "I've been here

you followed Aunt Lucille here!" He caught up to me, holding my hand and controlling my pace. "Really?" I asked with some