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.

sore?" He said sternly. I had never seen him

"I began

my shoulder. His expression worsened, and I couldn't help but glance at the mirror. I was shocked when I

causing me any more pain. Afterward, he delicately dried me

must be aching from seeing me

carried me to the bed. "Wait here. I'll be

I nodded again. "Okay."

wash up and came out before putting on his home clothes

the ointment to my shoulder. It felt cool and

never expected that

some time. How'd

you after calling your phone. Your location showed you were constantly

you didn't

wrong. I rushed over,

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