Beyond the Divorce

Atlas furrowed his brow and said into the phone, "Mike, don't worry! We're heading there right away. Call the police and let them investigate. We'll be there soon." "All right. Hurry up and come over. I'll try to gather some friends to figure things out."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Cane beside him. "Book the plane tickets immediately. Jared, I'll leave things here to you."

In the hospital room, everyone seemed a bit lost. Lauren reassured me, "Go quickly! You can leave this to me and Jared. Don't worry. We'll find him."

I just glanced at the weak Oliver lying on the hospital bed and said, "Oliver, take care of yourself. Sorry!"

He blinked. "Go on."

Atlas, Cane, and I left the room. We immediately ran into Ivanna who was carrying a thermos.

She asked, "Where are you all going in such a hurry?"

"We've got something urgent. We'll leave things here to you."

I was still pondering how someone could disappear like that? A perfectly healthy person, at that?

My phone rang again. It was an unknown number, and was definitely suspicious.

I abruptly stopped in my tracks. "Atlas!"

Atlas immediately looked at my phone screen and said, "Answer it. Put it on speaker."

A robotic voice came through, and it was impossible to determine if it was male or female. It sounded very eerie. "Ms. Chloe, I assume you already know, right? Your father is in my hands."

"Who are you? Why have you kidnapped my dad?" I asked urgently.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Haha... Of course, there's a reason. Now listen carefully. You have eight hours to hand over your father's notebook. Bring the notebook to the small town. When I call, exchange the notebook for your father. Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to take him away." "What notebook?" I pressed, but the other side had already hung up.

I looked at Atlas, my heart pounding, "What notebook? My dad... He doesn't have a notebook."

Atlas frowned and pulled me. "Let's go back to Pleca Park."

I quickly caught up with his brisk pace, heading toward the parking lot outside. I wondered if it was a regular writing notebook.

"Who could they be? Why would they want my dad's notebook?" I asked as we walked.

He tightly held my hand. "This must be related to your father's profession. Don't overthink it. I've got your back!"

In the car, Atlas advised me, "When

we get back to the Pleca Park, keep it low-key, Ask your mom what they brought back. I don't think they.

meant a laptop when they saine

notebook. It's most likely a

handwritten book."

I nodded, perhaps due to not having rested well in over a day. My heart was racing, and I had a splitting headache.

Seeing my condition, Atlas pulled me into his arms, whispering gently, "Relax. I'm here. Don't worry."

The car returned to Pleca Park. Before getting out, I took a deep breath.

I exited the car with Atlas. Before entering the house, he squeezed my hand. "Relax. I'll be waiting for you in the study." I nodded. "Okay."

In the living room, I didn't see my mom or Rose.

I hurried upstairs, heading straight to my parents' room. Pushing the door open, she wasn't there. I stepped out, thinking of checking Rose's room.

Suddenly, I decided to look for the notebook on my own since she wasn't around.

I quickly returned to their room, standing at the door and observing for a moment. Then, I headed to their dressing room.

It was the only place where these things could be kept.

They returned when I wasn't at

home, and I didn't know what they brought back. Being in Gerby for a month and just returning, I didn't have time to ask if anything was sent to the Amethyst Apartments. My dad cherished his books, but I didn't receive any information about receiving packages.

If he had such an important notebook, I believe It would be carried with him.

If my dad had shipped it along with his books, it would take more than eight hours to go through all of them.