Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1448 The Spiritual Water Lily

Atlas immediately said "Kenny, we need to go now. Take care of yourself. I'll get you out of here."

Then he pulled me with him back into the flower house, briskly crossing it until we stopped by the edge of the pool.

I glanced back at Kenny. He was trembling, and quickly disappeared into the cottage. He was reluctant to see us leave.

The butler came over when Tris arrived, glanced at the flower house, and smiled. "Mr. Atlas, Miss, please come over. The guests have arrived."

Atlas gave him a cold glance and asked indifferently, "What guests?"

"Miss Celine invited some distinguished guests here to celebrate Mr. Atlas's return. After all, it's been a long time since the mansion had a lively event like this," The butler responded obsequiously. I ignored him and asked while pointing to the pool, "Where are the water lilies?"

The butler immediately respectfully replied, "Madam, the water lilies we used to have were all precious varieties that no one could care for properly, so... they all withered!"

I looked at the koi in the pool with a sad expression and said, "It seems these water lilies have spirits. They know who their true master is and they refuse to thrive for wicked and filthy people."

My words came from the heart. I was convinced that the water lilies in this pool had been grown by my mother and all had spiritual qualities. How could they bloom for malicious and impure individuals after their owner passed away? "Don't be sad. I'll plant a pool of thriving water lilies for you," Atlas said tenderly in my ear. "Let's go!"

He took my hand and led me out of the flower house.

glance at the corner

ago, but he was still

vigilant, especially the butler. He probably wasn't a good person, since he served

out of the flower house and

then that Celine had extended

hall was crowded with people who were not

was taken aback. How could these people have appeared silently and unexpectedly, like bamboo shoots after a spring

and

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went silent when we entered,

at me with an odd expression

Celine's invitation today was not

tightened his grip around my waist and forcefully whispered, "Don't

at him tenderly and whispered, "Do

feeling nervous. After all, I had been

was more like a party that had been planned expressly to put me to the test. Everyone here

people gathered around us to greet Atlas

merely gave them a tiny nod. He was not enthusiastic about the exchange. He didn't even consider it a conversation, just a superficial, gesture of politeness. He seemed as though he was rejecting everyone