Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Atlas stared at Jeffrey, saying coldly, "It doesn't matter, I've changed my mind. There's no need for apologies. I won't accept them. Dylan, copy the surveillance footage."

After saying that, he held Ava in his arms and held my hand while Carol quickly picked Jenny up. We walked out amid their astonished gazes.

The people in the room could no longer hold it together. They were dumbfounded, fearful, and uneasy. Would Atlas really not accept their apologies? On the surface, those words seemed like nothing, but everyone in the room knew it carried chilling implications.

If he didn't want their apologies, what was he going to do?

Some of them thought about asking Atlas directly, but they did not have the guts to do so. What exactly was he planning?

Atlas protected us until we got into the car.

Inside the car, Ava clung to Atlas's neck. It pained me to see her face marked with scratches and tear stains.

Atlas instructed the driver to go to the hospital. There, we got the children examined. He also had Carol's wound attended to. Fortunately, it wasn't too serious and didn't require stitches. Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor prescribed an ointment, advising us to apply it on time to prevent scarring. Atlas's complexion only improved after the doctor's reassurances.

bruised faces. She asked me, "What happened? They were fine when they went out

Ava immediately recounted the incident as she

her petite appearance. She hadn't backed down during

adults must have influenced them to do this. How could those people be so heartless?" Then, she quietly muttered to me, "That wretched Matthew never brings us any good

keep thinking about it, Mom. Don't

fought them off. They were scared out

looked at Ava in surprise, then at each other. Of

She must have really wanted a father since she was

said to me,

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call him Daddy now. That'll stop her from being bullied out there. Atlas is a good man who can

sighed. "Oh dear... if only

mom had become quite assertive now. Of course, she knew just

I checked on the children again. They had a few bruises, but not too many, thankfully. Just looking at the scratches on their faces made