Beyond the Divorce

At that moment, Cane walked in, followed by a female executive from the airport. Cane reported, "We've checked the flight information thoroughly. So far, there's no record of Navi and George on any flight tickets. "They must have alternative identities," Atlas said with certainty.

His words suddenly filled me with urgency. If they had successfully disguised themselves and slipped past us, would Navi be able to take both my dads?

Feeling uneasy, I softly asked Atlas, "I don't understand. Why would my dad go with him? Isn't he afraid of us? There are so many people blocking his way. Is he underestimating our security checks?" "Navi must have been prepared. They must be using fake identities. I'm convinced they're in disguise," Atlas asserted. "Your dad must have followed him because Navi had many ways to threaten and coerce him." Threatened?

Could my dad have a vulnerability when it came to Navi?

Just then, a surprising scene appeared on the large screen, capturing everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man got out of a taxi nervously. His eyes darted around anxiously, glancing at the cameras.

As a non-police officer, I could sense something was amiss, so the keen-eyed police must have caught on as well.

The man got a wheelchair out of the car and helped an elderly lady with a leg problem out of the vehicle. But something seemed off about the elderly lady's limp.

I glanced at Atlas, and before I could speak, the others were already whispering, "Those two seem suspicious."

The man in the footage settled the elderly lady into the wheelchair and glanced around nervously at the cameras again, then started pushing the wheelchair inside. One of the airport police officers beside Atlas asked, "Should I send someone to check on those two?"

"They're not my targets, but there's definitely something off about them," Atlas said, staring at the two individuals with certainty. "They're diverting our attention." The airport police officer told his team to question them.

In the live feed, two airport police officers approached the middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair. The man seemed to become even more flustered.

All eyes were fixed on the screen. I held my breath, but it clearly wasn't my dad.

Suddenly, Atlas exclaimed, "Entrance 5!"

At Atlas's shout, Cane turned and rushed out. Atlas turned and strode out too.

I glanced quickly at the large screen, but I couldn't pinpoint which feed corresponded to Entrance 5. I had to turn and follow Atlas.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

I noticed Cane moving swiftly, and others were pouring out of the control room, heading toward Entrance 5.

The control room was some

distance from Entrance 5, but I saw

the middle-aged man with the wheelchair being intercepted at Entrance 3, near the service desk. Airport police were questioning them, and a crowd of curious onlookers had gathered.

As our group reached Entrance 5, the people who were coming in were clearly visible, and we saw no suspicious individuals.

Atlas's stern face revealed his

intensity. His hawk-like eyes scanned the surroundings as he gave orders to Cane. "Seal off all entranges and exits. Check the restrooms and temporary passages immediately!"

Everyone sprang into action. Atlas determinedly headed toward the still-blocked Entrance 3, where the middle-aged man with the wheelchair had been stopped.

I stayed close, noticing Atlas's commanding presence as we approached. People around us quickly cleared a path for him. He walked over, followed by the airport security chief.

The middle-aged man with the

wheelchair looked anxiously at Atlas,

clearly shaken by his formidable.

presence. Standing beside him was

the supposedly disabled elderly lady from the wheelchair.

Upon closer inspection, the old lady's legs were perfectly fine, and she was also not an old lady at all. Instead, he was a short, chubby man.