Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 284 The Culprit Is Here

I was taken aback as Atlas walked in with a stern expression. It seemed he was not surprised to find

Stella here.

Stella had been sitting by my bedside with her back to the door. When she heard someone approaching, she turned around. Seeing Atlas, she appeared genuinely surprised. “Atlas, you’re here?”

She quickly stood up and positioned herself by Atlas’s side. She held onto his arm. “I came to check on Chloe. Why didn’t you tell me it was this serious?”

Atlas’s gaze remained focused on her delicate face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

“This isn’t the best place for you to be. Dylan, take Ms. Stella back!”

Stella probably didn’t expect Atlas to be so straightforward in front of us. She quickly said, “Atlas, I just

got here! I wanted to be with you-

“Dylan!” Atlas’s words were clear and unwavering, leaving no room for doubt.

Stella’s face paled slightly, her hand still gripping

Atlas’s arm.

forward. “Ms. Stella, I’ll take you

hesitated momentarily, then released her grip on Atlas’s arm and

drop by again

had been holding back for a

it in any longer and spoke extremely disrespectfully.

the best place

immediately darkened.

toward Lauren. “I don’t need an outsider

care of yourself! Once you’re feeling better, I’ll treat you to

glared at Lauren and then left

but feel a sense of cynicism. I had

she was unaware of the perfume incident. How else could that

had come to

his recent behavior showed that he didn’t want to do anything drastic to Stella.

also knew the perfume had been a gift from her. He knew about all of it,

that Stella was probably just as relentless with Harmony and Liora. Who knew what kind of traps she had set for them? She was like a ticking time bomb, lurking by my side. I had to remain

especially weary. I detested being in this kind of situation. After

mother asked with a pained face. “Would you like something to eat? I will go buy it for

don’t have an appetite,” I replied faintly.

especially my chest. I didn’t dare to move too much, as the paint felt like a

to worry about her. She won’t bother you

for a meal for you!”

first.” I tried my best not to get emotional.