Beyond the Divorce



I quickly said, "Please come in."

Then I said into the phone, "Mom, I'll call you back later."

"Okay." My mom hung up.

The door opened, and Sandy hurried in. "Mrs. Stella."

When I saw her anxious expression, I sat up quickly. "Sandy."

"Abbas is here to pick you up. Mr. David wants to see you." Sandy looked at me nervously.

"Oh," I replied. I got up from the bed and casually asked, "Where's Atlas?"

"He and Dylan have already left. Abbas said Mr. David wants to see you alone. He didn't let me call Mr. Atlas," Sandy hurriedly explained. "Mrs. Stella, you..."

"Don't worry, I'll go see him," I said. I got dressed and tidied myself up to appear presentable before heading downstairs.

I was curious about why Atlas's grandpa wanted to see me.

Abbas was waiting downstairs. He bowed respectfully when he saw me. "I'm here to pick you up, Mrs. Stella. Mr. David would like to speak to you." His demeanor seemed respectful, but his tone had an undeniable air of authority.

I smiled faintly and calmly replied, "Okay."

But I deliberately said, "Let me call Atlas first, Abbas."

"Mr. David wants to see you alone, Mrs. Stella," he emphasized, then respectfully gestured for me to follow. "Please follow me."NôvelDrama.Org content.

His tone was firm, and he didn't give me time to call Atlas.

I squinted at him. "Very well, let's go."

Though I appeared calm, I was actually nervous. When I met Grandpa the day before yesterday, he had completely ignored me. Now, he suddenly wanted to see me alone. It seemed intentional.

His unpredictable temperament made me uncomfortable and somewhat resistant. What gave him the right to treat me this way?

But I remembered Atlas saying that I

was the true mistress of the Pierce family. That was enough to boost my confidence. As Atlas's wife, I had to be strong and hold my ground.

I took a deep breath, trying to relax When we arrived at the mansion, the car didn't stop at the front entrance but drove directly to the building where Grandpa lived.

Abbas quickly got out of the car, and I followed suit. We stood at the entrance, and he went in to report before returning to escort me inside. Grandpa was in the main living room.

As I walked in, he glanced at me, then gestured to a chair opposite him with a faint nod.

I walked over steadily and greeted him respectfully. "Hello, Grandpa."

Regardless of his attitude, I had to show respect as someone younger than him.

He grunted in response, acknowledging my greeting.

I approached and sat on the chair opposite him, waiting for him to speak first, since he had summoned me.

"You're Rory's daughter?" He broke the silence after a moment, but I didn't detect any joy in his tone.

"Yes, I am Rory's daughter," I affirmed confidently.

He was silent momentarily, then asked "Is your father doing well?"

That question caught me off guard. I hesitated for a moment, then looked at him.