Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I instantly became much more awake as the voice came through, clear and devoid of warmth. "Atlas. Come back as soon as possible. Your grandfather is critically ill. This might be your last chance to see him." "Okay." I heard Atlas reply in a simple yet firm tone without any hesitation.

All my drowsiness vanished immediately. I guessed that the caller was probably Celine.

Atlas didn't say much and hung up the phone promptly.

"Was it Celine?" I asked Atlas, feeling a bit nervous. "What did she say?"

"Yes. She said my grandfather is critically ill," Atlas's expression turned cold, and his eyes narrowed in thought.

"Could it be true?" I asked in doubt, then checked the time on my phone. It was early morning in Nocturnia.

"Hard to say, but regardless, I'm going back. Normally, she wouldn't dare not to inform me about such matters, considering the public opinion," Atlas's tone was calm but decisive.

"What should we do? Should we take the early morning flight back?" I looked at him. "I want to go with you. I also want to see grandpa. After all, for us, he's the only family we have left from the Pierce family." After a pause, I continued, "And as a member of the Pierce family, I'll only feel at ease after meeting the real head of the Pierce family, no matter his attitude. Then, I'll feel like a true member of the family." My tone was firm. Given Atlas's affection for me, I was sure he wouldn't let me have any regrets.

Sure enough, he pulled me into his embrace and kissed my forehead. "Alright. Let's rest for a while. We'll have to wait until dawn, no matter how urgent."

As he tightened his embrace, I knew he couldn't sleep. I didn't want to say much. I could only nestle against his chest and close my eyes. We really needed to make the most of this resting time. But I was wide awake, unable to sleep anymore.

After lying there for a while in the dim light, Atlas softly asked, "Can't sleep?"

"Yeah," I whispered back softly.

He released his hold on me, laid back and stared at the ceiling.

Then he got up, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

A hoarse female voice came through the phone instead, "Mr. Atlas."

"How's his condition?" Atlas asked coldly.

"Not too good."

"Are they at the old mansion?" Atlas asked again.

"No. Your grandfather doesn't allow it. Mr. Atlas, when are you coming back?"

"Today." Atlas's reply was resolute.

"That's great." The person on the other end sounded excited.

"Wait for me," Atlas said before hanging up.

Then he made another call, this time

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to contact the airport and back to Nocturnia in the moving

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apply for a flight route. We're

sw novel?

I reached for my phone again and checked the time. It was already 4.45 a.m.

"I'll pack my bags," I said, getting out of bed. Honestly, I felt a bit uneasy.

Atlas held me back. "Get some more sleep. We still have plenty of time."

"I can't sleep anymore, so I'll just sleep on the plane," I said.

This time, he didn't argue. He got up and said, "I'll go to the study for a while." "Okay," I replied. He got up and walked out.

I knew he

with best have a lot to deal

leaving. After all,

was a critical time. Content

I entered the dressing room and glanced at the closet, but my mind was elsewhere.

At that moment, I couldn't help but

sigh. We were finally going back to Nocturnia, the place that was both familiar and full of unknowns for me.

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