I knew Atlas seemed cold on the outside, but deep down, he was warm-hearted. He cherished family above all else.

Perhaps family love was something scarce in his life. In the Pierce family, it was practically non-existent, which explained his distant attitude toward his grandfather.

All they showed toward their kin was indifference and cruelty.

As I looked at the elderly woman before me, I softly called out, "Sandy."

She instantly broke down, embracing me once again. "Ms. Stella, you've grown up so much! I’m so happy that I get to see you again.”

I felt choked up too, and I was deeply regretting not remembering anything. I hated not understanding her significance in my life.

Atlas quickly pulled me away, telling the nanny, "You say you're not old? You cry at the drop of a hat. That's a sign of ageing."

Sandy chuckled at his words. "You just want me to get old, don’t you?”

"You still have kids to take care of, so don't make her cry. She's pregnant now.” Atlas sounded somewhat smu