I noticed a shift in his emotions. I asked softly while looking at him, "It's different now, isn't it?"

"Yeah." His eyes swept across the layout of the entire west side, and he said coldly, "It's no longer the same as before."

I knew exactly why Atlas was angry. If the place had been tampered with, the chances of us finding any traces of the past were basically zero.

Not to mention any signs of where my mother had left things.

Putting his arm around my shoulder and patting it, Atlas reassured me, "I had expected as much.”

Despite his words, his expression was depressing. I knew there was still some anger in him because he couldn't help me recall the past and felt regretful.

"But this also indicates something..." Atlas finished speaking and looked at me.

I looked up at him and continued his thought, "Even if she changed the house, she still couldn't find anything of value by accident! In other words, the things aren't in this building!"

His eyes skittered over his surroundings,