Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I instinctively turned to see what had happened, but Atlas held my head and redirected my gaze. He then instructed, "Dylan, head to the hospital."

I quickly reassured, "I'm fine."

"No, you're not. The injury is at the collarbone, so we must get it checked. Otherwise, I won't have peace of mind," Atlas said, looking at me with concern, "Does it still hurt?"

I felt a little guilty but shook my head and asked, "Wh-what did you do to her?"

"Kill one to warn and deter others," Atlas answered firmly.

I never expected the warm and amiable Atlas to be so heartless. I knew he was just overly worried about my safety. I also realized he wanted to intimidate those who harbored ill intentions toward me.

After the examination, the doctor explained, "Fortunately, they missed the collarbone. These are just superficial wounds. I'll prescribe an ointment for Mr. Atlas to help you apply. It'll help alleviate the pain, reduce swelling, and promote healing."

It was already late when we got home. Neither of us had eaten, and the kitchen was preparing our dinner. Still, Atlas remained solemn. After the meal, we went upstairs, and he insisted on helping me shower. I knew he wanted to examine my injuries.

"It's okay. I can manage myself. It doesn't hurt much now," I said, trying to soothe Atlas's worries.

I

began

the bathroom. He then carefully removed my clothes and saw my shoulder. His expression worsened, and I couldn't help but glance at the

the water temperature and guided me under the shower. He gently washed me, afraid of causing me any more pain. Afterward, he delicately dried me and kissed my shoulders, causing a tingling sensation to spread throughout

his head and kissed me. I hugged him, knowing his heart must be aching from seeing me hurt. He said, "Next time, don't stay alone at the office

carried me to the bed.

I nodded again. "Okay."

on his home clothes and grabbing

almost fell asleep when he lifted me and carefully applied the ointment to my shoulder. It

never expected that

for quite some time. How'd you know I

downstairs to wait for you after calling your phone. Your location

you didn't answ

knew something was wrong. I rushed over, but your office was

goodness I lingered upstairs for a bit, or I would've