Beyond the Divorce



Cane nodded, "It's absolutely true. We were watching that kid all along, but he was reckless. His mother couldn't control him, and he was disrespectful. Plus, he had a history of addiction since he was eleven."

His words shocked all of us.

Cane sneered, "This was all Clark's fault. After he got in touch with Navi to protect himself from Celine's retaliation, he tried to send Jarvis to Navi. Once Jarvis was there, he fit in perfectly. It was as if he had found his calling.

"Clark didn't hesitate to join the trade for money. He hid the drugs at home and even used his son as cover during occasional sales. Over time, that brat's curiosity led him to try it, and he ended up addicted. Things spiraled out of control from there."

My father sighed. "The father and son have met their karma. They're paying for their sins now."

After leaving the cave area, Atlas led the two fathers around, explaining the situation here. It was as bright as day despite it being night time.

Both my fathers looked very pleased, nodding continuously.

They were concerned that I would need to get some rest, so we got into the car to return to Pleca Park.

Inside the car, my adoptive father, George, hesitated to speak to Atlas, who gently asked, "What's on your mind?"

"Um..." George leaned forward as if he was gathering his courage to speak. "I have an idea. It's something I've been thinking about for a long time, and seeing this place today has helped me make up my mind."

"Go on," Atlas encouraged warmly.

"Can you... make room for me to do some research here?" He sounded hesitant.

I was shocked to hear that. Was my father trying to return to his old profession?

I immediately looked at Atlas, but he didn't seem surprised.

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George explained nervously, "You know that I have Phd in chemistry, but I wasted my life by taking the wrong path. When I was sick, I thought that my life was over and all my ideas would be buried with my mistakes. However, I'm not willing to accept that." Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

He looked pressured, and his head hung low.

His voice grew softer as he continued, "I failed my country, I deserve to die.

"But..." he suddenly raised his head, determination burning in his eyes as he looked at Atlas, "I can't just take~~~ all my knowledge to the grave. I need to use my remaining years to repay my country and those who nurtured me. I need to make up for my mistakes. Content belongs to

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"I don't have much time left. I want to use my time to do something worthwhile. Will you let me use this place to set up a small laboratory?" George was basically pleading at this point.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

His words were sincere but incoherent, yet we all understood his meaning.

Atlas smiled at him immediately. "You should have told me about this idea long ago. I had this in mind too."

"What?" George was stunned by Atlas's words, staring blankly at his face.

"I thought about it when I saw your notebook, but the past is past. I was afraid you wouldn't want to talk about research or work in this field anymore. To be honest, ATL Empire has our own research and

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"Really?" He was excited when he heard Atlas's words. "Where is it? Can I see it?"

"It's in Nocturnia. We have a secret base there. We also have one in Foswood, but it's just a small team. However, we have hospitals in major cities worldwide," Atlas said casually.

"That's great. I..." George's words became incoherent as he gestured excitedly, not knowing what else to say.

"We still have your notebook. I had our senior experts look at it, and they were all shocked by your experimental data. They want to meet you."

"Didn't we burn that?" I looked at Atlas in confusion.