Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

His instinctive movement caught my attention. I looked at him in astonishment, "Atlas... you..."

"I'm fine..."

But as soon as he uttered those words, something was clearly wrong. His tall and straight figure leaned toward me, and I seemed to catch a whiff of a bloody smell. Panicking, I shouted loudly, "Doctor!"

By the time the doctor arrived, he had already passed out.

The doctor cautiously conducted an examination and found an injury on his arm. It seemed to be a gunshot wound which had been hastily treated, and the blood on the bandage had partially coagulated.

The doctor cut off the bandage, treated the wound again, and administered an anti-inflammatory IV. Despite all this, he remained unconscious, completely unaware of everything that was happening around him.

After completing the examination, the doctor reassured me, "Don't worry. Mr. Atlas isn't in a coma; he's just in a deep sleep. Fortunately, the wound isn't infected, and the bullet seems to have grazed him. The wound isn't deep, and he should recover soon."

Only then did I feel at ease, but I still questioned it. He went to find the antidote, but how did he end up with a gunshot wound? Who injured him? Where was Dylan? Wasn't Dylan supposed to protect him? How did Dylan let him get hurt?

I truly couldn't fathom what happened during the 36 hours he was away.

who had already recovered from danger, and came to Atlas's ward. He was still showing no

Despite its calm appearance, I

me and whispered, "You should take a break too. You've worked

say more, and I almost forgot that I hadn't

Atlas for a long time. I had witnessed him

doctor assured me with

I then lay down on the sofa in the ward and fell into

was startled, and the drowsiness vanished instantly because I realized that we were supposed to head to Bourdamun today. I quickly answered the phone and told Ryan to pick me

I was sleeping on

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Jaked before running out the hospital, rushing back to Amethyst Apartments. I took a quick

then did I have the time

he answered immediately, "Where did

are you feeling better? Where did you go just now? Do you still