Beyond The Divorce - Season 8 Episode 20

Atlas looked at me indulgently and then ruffled my hair. “I’ll be back soon, sweety. It’s so late now. You should get some rest, okay?”

“No… I want to come with you. I need to know if Rory’s alive. I’ll only know if I see him. Don’t stop me,” I stubbornly said as I threw off the blanket. I was no longer sleepy.

Atlas shook his head and sighed. “All right, change into some warmer clothes. It’s chilly outside.”

I jumped out of bed and crouched to put on my slippers before rushing to the dressing room. My heart pounded, wondering where Rory was or if someone was actually watching him. After getting changed, I trotted out.

Atlas held my hand, and we walked together. I had already grown familiar with the secret passages. When we got into the car, we took one of the tunnels out of Pleca Park.

Although I didn’t know if someone was monitoring us outside, the tunnels were a shortcut to the warehouse. It was also Atlas’s base. I bombarded him with questions along the way, trying to piece together the puzzle.

I learned the person was brought here through the Huffmans’ connections. It seemed the Huffmans had some influence and acted swiftly.

When we arrived at the warehouse, a burly man named Cane welcomed us and led us into the same area as last time. I found the place familiar and was no longer as curious as before. Besides, I was too preoccupied with my thoughts about that person.

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I desperately wanted to see him near my father to confirm everything was real. Atlas could sense my impatience. He softly said, ” Don’t worry. You’ll see him soon.”

At that point, I had already sprinted toward the room. This time, it was not as deep into the area as the one Clark was in. From a distance, I saw the open door with no terrifying sounds coming from within. My heart eased a little when I saw the room’s condition.

The room had a small bed and a blanket with a leather sofa. Everything looked much better than the room Clark had. Inside, the skinny man had thick eyebrows, large eyes, and full lips. He had the features of a typical person from Bermuda. He looked somewhat handsome, but he looked at us anxiously with a hint of fear as Dylan questioned him.

Although Atlas remained expressionless, his eyes bore into the man. The latter paused when he saw Atlas entering. Then, the man glanced between us and spoke rapidly. Despite my limited understanding of his language, I was surprised when Atlas responded. Puzzled, I stared at him. Even the man froze. After a moment, he instinctively stepped back.

Atlas continued to speak in the man’s language, causing the latter to tremble even more and gesture wildly. I could guess he was explaining something.

I grew increasingly anxious and kept looking at Atlas, begging him with my eyes to say something. I almost yelled in my frustration.

Atlas noticed my distress and understood my feelings. He ordered one of the smaller attendants behind him, “Translate for her.” The attendant asked the man, “What’s your name?”

“Loak. I don’t know anything. You’d better let me go.” The man sat on the floor, hugging his legs.