Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom -
Chapter 863 He Has Never a Good Person
"Do you think... Liora's son is Felix's?"
I stared at Atlas, waiting for his response.
Atlas immediately extended his hand toward me. I quickly stood up and nestled into his arms. I really wanted to know who Liora's child belonged to.
"She was married to Atticus back then, and Atticus only found out later," I shared with Atlas. "This is something that Atticus told me and Arnold has also mentioned. I think Atticus couldn't possibly not know who the child belongs to."
"This hasn't been confirmed, but Atticus's behavior makes it suspicious," Atlas said, looking at me in his arms.
"Atticus's behavior? What do you mean?" I asked.
"Atticus has always been clear-headed. He wouldn't overlook this, but it still needs to be confirmed," Atlas replied vaguely. "Because he has consistently supported you in dealing with Liora, and this is undoubtedly part of his manipulation."
"I already know that. He's never been a good person," I said noncommittally.
He gave me a gentle smile, kissed me, and asked, "Alright, are you full now?"
"I am!"
I was genuinely full. While he was analyzing all this for me, he fed me continuously. He had stuffed me like a duck.
"Then, let's go home." He let go of me, and I quickly stood up.
After a moment of thought, I picked up my phone and called Lauren. When she answered, I asked, "Have you guys eaten?" "We have. I just made some porridge and a few side dishes. She ate quite a bit," Lauren told me.
"Do I need to come over?" I asked.
"It's fine. You've been busy these past few days, so focus on your work." I could tell Lauren was saying this on purpose. "Alright! I'll come over tomorrow morning to accompany her to the hospital. Spend more time with her for now," I said, feeling a bit uneasy. "I'll stay at her place tonight. Don't worry!" Lauren reassured me.
"Okay then."
After hanging up the phone, I looked at Atlas, and he knew I was worried about Ivanna.
He said, "If you're worried, we can go back to Amethyst Apartments. It'll be convenient for you to accompany her tomorrow morning."
I felt happy and quickly called my mom. I told her that something was going on with Ivanna, so we would stay there.
My mom asked what happened to Ivanna, but before I could answer, I heard Ava say on the phone, "I want to talk to Mommy!"
The next moment, I heard Ava's voice on the phone. Atlas took my phone, put it on speaker, and answered.
"Mommy, we're having a parent-child sports day on Saturday. The teacher said both parents have to participate. You guys must come!"
"Saturday is still a few days away."
This child couldn't hold back. It was still several days away, and she couldn't sit still.
"Of course, I know it's still a few days away, but you guys are always busy," Ava retorted. "I had to tell you earlier. Remember, don't be busy on Saturday. You have to be free.
"You need to come because the
teacher said these activities help parents and children get along better. The relationship between you and me is pretty bland now. It needs improvement."
Her words made me speechless. Did this child just say our relationship was bland?
"Okay, don't worry. We'll participate," Atlas said indulgently.
"Daddy, you have to remind Mommy. She always replaces excuses. I'm very unhappy!" She spoke with conviction.
"I got it. I'll be better. It's not that I
don't want to come home, but I need to accompany Aunt Ivanna for al checkup at the hospital tomorrow morning. Should I accompany her?" I guided her, hoping she would understand.
"Yes. Will there be needles at the hospital? Why is Aunt Ivanna sick?" She reverted to being a child.
As we continued talking, we walked
out of the restaurant and down the
stairs. Atlas settled the bill at the front desk. Afraid my conversation might disturb them, I walked slowly out of the restaurant.
Just as I was about to step down the stairs, someone bumped into me from behind, and I tumbled down...
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