Beyond the Divorce

I held my breath and looked at him. His eyes remained fixed on the tablet screen, where the agonizing screams continued.

Clark sat dejectedly on the floor, looking at Atlas in shock, finally revealing an address.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Atlas glanced at Dylan, who promptly left the room.

Clark, seemingly resigned, lacked any spirit. He muttered, "I deserve this. I'm sorry, Mr. Atlas. I'm sorry for betraying Rory's trust."

In a moment of desperation, his gaze focused on Atlas. "None of this is under my control. It was one wrong step after another. She only asked me to switch that bag, but I didn't expect her to force me..." His eyes looked helplessly at Atlas. "She coerced me..."

"If you hadn't been greedy, reaching out for things you shouldn't have, how could the Pierce and White families end up like this? How dare you pretend to be innocent?" Atlas's tone was intimidating.

"Sir, I was wrong! She caught my mother and threatened me. I dared not refuse... But I didn't expect her to later..." He trailed off.

"Why did you kill my mother?" My eyes burned, flames of anger swirling within me as I glared at Clark. "How did you poison her?"

Images of my mother, beautiful and affectionate, flashed through my mind. She embraced me and Atlas with love, a memory now painfully haunting me.

"She shouldn't have spoken about what she saw. I didn't want to kill her, Stella. I didn't want to, but she was too clever. She found out I switched the briefcase..." Clark, in hysterics, said, "It was her insistence! She forced me!"

Atlas pulled me away and said, "Chlo, don't dirty your hands. He deserves a fate worse than death."

Just then, Dylan briskly entered, nodding to Atlas.

Atlas cast an indifferent glance at Clark.

"Dying is easy. Remember, you will only

live your last breath wheny a long life." Content your

son

Loses his limbs. So, I hope you

WY

"Atlas!" Clark suddenly lunged at us

Our bodyguard swiftly kicked him

away, and he crashed into the wall, coughing up blood.

sw belongs

Atlas turned me away and spoke softly, "It's too late. Let's go!"

He held me as he led us out.

Behind us, Clark yelled hoarsely, "Sir, please don't harm my son! I beg you!"

Atlas glanced back coldly. "You don't have to beg me. It all depends on you."

"Sir..."

As we left the room, the door was closed, drowning out his pleas.

The corridor revealed many closed

doors,

and I wondered who was behind them. The tightly sealed

4.net

doors sent shivers down my spine.

I looked up at him doubtfully. "Atlas..."

He lowered his gaze, meeting mine.

Understanding my thoughts, he tightened his grip on my arm. Although his face still looked cold, his tone softened.

"Rest assured, I won't wrongly capture an innocent person. All I do to him are things he deserves. He must be punished!"

I held my breath, uncertain why, but the chill lingered in my spine.