Beyond the Divorce

Atlas glanced at me, nodding with confidence.

"Yes, at that time, no one expected how clever Lucille was. She had installed a hidden camera in a statue. She only entrusted this secret to Chelsea, telling her to put it away in case of trouble and to hand it over to a reliable person someday."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "It seems she must have sensed the danger approaching."

Atlas's expression also became more solemn, and his voice became somber. "Lucille told Chelsea that if something happened to her, Chelsea should take the children to the Cross family." Tears finally rolled down my cheeks, and I quickly sniffed.

Atlas tightened his grip on my hand, his handsome face showing signs of pain. "Unexpectedly, everything happened as she anticipated, and the video captured everything. However, Chelsea couldn't successfully take both of us away in time and send us to the Cross family.

"Out of desperation, she sent a message to the Lively family, but she wasn't fast enough. They had already taken you away. In the end, the Lively family only took me in."

I wiped my eyes. I couldn't imagine how helpless I must have felt at that time. I had just lost my mother, and now Atlas was taken from me.

Atlas's grip on my hand tightened.

I could understand his feelings. I was forcefully taken away from him, and his inability to stop it haunted him.

The car suddenly fell into silence. Only the sound of the vehicle gliding forward could be heard.

After a long while, Atlas's low voice said, "After finding all this, we only connected it to the plane crash. Everything went smoothly, leading to suspicions falling on Clark. Subsequently, a thorough investigation into him began.

"I didn't suspect him before because Clark had never had the chance to be involved in my parents' and uncle's matters. During that period, he suddenly became less involved in Rory's work, which was quite abnormal."

"When things go awry, a demon must be at play."

Atlas nodded. "Exactly."

"Then how did you conclude that he kidnapped my father? When did you start suspecting him?" I asked, puzzled. "And how did he come so prepared?"

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remarkably similar to Clark's but a different name. He went straight from his business trip to Estrana, where my parents and uncle were. This confirmed that Clark did not board that plane."

"It's so meticulous!" I couldn't help but marvel at the careful planning behind it.

"When we investigated our people during Clark's business trip, he had an alibi. He said he got drunk to accompany a client and stayed in the hotel for two days. This time was enough for him to go to Estrana." Atlas paused for a moment, his expression resentful. "After discovering this evidence, everyone was shocked."

"Also, Jarvis was his accomplice in all of this. So, the two of them were not wrongly accused. Jarvis is even more ruthless and greedy than Clark.

"During the recent interrogation, we focused on some crucial points that were our speculations. We suspected Rory suffered from their persecution, and our speculations have been completely confirmed." "What points?" I asked in amazement.

"Rory's hiding place and his physical condition," Atlas said with certainty.

"When we found Clark, the call records on his phone showed that he only called his son. This indicates that he has always been in close contact with his son.

"Another point is that, a few years

ago, we traced Rory's whereabouts in Cirencester. However, after our people arrived, they disappeared without à trace. This left us puzzled for a long time, and we even thought that the intelligence might have been falsely reported for a bounty."

"The moneymaker calls the tune." I sighed.

Atlas's tone became heavy, adding, "The last thing I want is for him to be brutally murdered."