Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I exclaimed, "Mom!" Just then, Melanie yelled, "She's just faking it! That old hag! Serves her right!" I crawled over, grabbed Grace, and shook her. "Mom... wake up. Don't scare me! Mom..." No matter how many times I called her, she wouldn't open her eyes. I shouted to the people inside, "Call an ambulance! Quickly! Mom, wake up! Don't scare me! I'll take you to the hospital..." I was frantic. I couldn't bear the thought of her dying like this. I reached out to check, and her breath was faint.

Matthew stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at his mother. She was lying on the ground, unresponsive. Meanwhile, Grace's forehead continued to bleed. Despite the chaos, I couldn't care less about my own appearance.

I searched for my bag, panicking. The bewildered bodyguard finally reacted, helpingsupport Grace.

Finally, I took out my phone and called Atlas.

As soon as he answered, I cried uncontrollably. "Atlas, please helpfind a doctor. Grace might not make it! Get the best doctor!" I shouted incoherently.

While comforting me, he asked a few questions and gaveinstructions before hanging up.

turned back to Grace. "Mom, wake up! We promised to go htogether. I made breakfast for you!" I couldn't help but shed tears. No matter what, when I was

used a stretcher to carry her down. I followed, jumping into the ambulance,

around before hopping into his car and tailing

hospital, I followed the stretcher

was already waiting

blood-stained orehead, he seemed unsettledIsually commanding face 이 larkening. Content belongs to wHe pulledover, growling, "What happened?" The bodyguard quickly briefed Atlas on the

to my wound. Throughout the process, his eyes were red with worry, tightly gripping

a waiting chair. He marched toward Matthew without saying anything and landed two solid punches. The

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rushed over. My mom had also