Beyond the Divorce

I quickly asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?" "I've been watching Grace today, and she doesn't seem quite right," my mom whispered to me. "I was thinking of waiting for you to discuss it together. Maybe we should take her to the hospital." Alarmed, I asked, "What do you mean, not quite right?" "It seems like her pain has gotten worse. She keeps asking when you'll be back, and she won't letcall you. She barely ate anything for dinner too," my mom told me. "Atlas isn't back yet either." "Alright, I'll cback right now." I felt a sense of urgency. "Atlas is with me." Atlas, who had been watchingall this time, saw my distressed expression and asked, "What's wrong?" After I hung up, I looked apologetically at him and shrugged. "It seems like we won't be going to Pleca Park. My mom says Grace isn't feeling well." I was a little embarrassed, because Grace had no connection to Atlas. I had already divorced her son, but I was still in close contact with her.

He stood up. "Let's go back, then." "Shouldn't you call Pleca Park to tell them you won't be back?" I said hesitantly.

"No need for that," he said as he pulledalong with him toward the exit.

Inside the elevator, I looked up at him cautiously. "Are you upset? I can't help it... After all, she's Ava's grandma, and she....." "Don't you trust me?" Atlas looked at me, squeezing my hand. "There's no need to say anything like that to me. After all, she's taken care of you before. I don't mind that you care for her." "Atlas..." I was deeply moved and leaned gently into his arms.

"I've felt bad about what has happened to you many times. I've overlooked so much, including that tyou got injured. I never asked you how it happened. If Trinity hadn't toldyou went to Jitador to confront that organization, I wouldn't have known how dangerous it was. I know you did all this for me." As I spoke, Atlas silently tightened his grip on me. "You silly girl, I owe you a lot too. I've said it before. No matter what happens, we just need to trust each other." I nodded silently, fully understanding the weight of those words now.

When I arrived home, I quickly went าวน to Grace's room. Her complexion was extremely pale, and she had deep dark circles under her eyes. She had been with us all this time, but hadn't noticed how much weight she had lost until now. "Mom." I called her softly.

She immediately perked up, opening her eyes wide. "Chlo, you're back." "Yeah. How are you feeling?" I asked cautiously, afraid to worry her. "I just finished a meeting, so I'm not busy right now." "Have you eaten? I'll go heat up sfood for you," she said, trying to get up to go to the kitchen.

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Are you alright? You need to tellif you're not feeling so good. We should go to the hospital for another checkup," I told her patiently. "It' alleviate your pain, and we can get another treatment plan for you. We can't just let this go." "It's okay. I'm just feeling a little more pain than before." She smiled bitterly. "I was actually going to tell you that I want to go home." I looked at her, trying to understand. "Why do you want to go back? This is your home." "I miss home. It's been so long since I've been back there. I want to look around." She seemed to be hiding her true thoughts. "Then... how about I take you back to see it sometime? I'll be busy for a few days, but we can go back after that," I reassured her.

"Don't worry about me. I know you're busy. Just letbe. You already did everything you could forwhen you divorced my son. I just really miss Aya. Otherwise, I wouldn'thave the courage to live here," she said, expressing her gratitude. "What are you talking about, Mom?" I felt a sense of bitterness.

Grace choked up. "Letgo home. You've done enough, and I'm at ease now that you and Mr. Atlas are doing well. He treats Ava well too, so I can stop worrying about the two of you." She looked at me, her eyes full of helplessness and reluctance. "I have to go hsooner or later. I can't stay here any longer." My heart tightened, sensing an ominous premonition.