Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 503 A Slap to His Face As I was about to turn and leave, Grace called out to me, "Chlo, c-can I come with you?" I glanced at Atlas, and a glimmer of tenderness flickered in his eyes. I looked at Grace and asked, "Are you sure?" She nodded, determined. "Yes! I want to go with you!" "Mom!" Matthew's own mother choosing to go with someone else felt like a slap in the face.

All the cops were left dumbfounded.

Some of them understood our dynamics, which was nothing short of astonishing.

I turned back, supporting her as she gripped my hand. Her trembling was so intense that it was almost unnatural. I wanted to ask her again if she wanted to come with me, but the words got stuck in my throat.

In the lobby, Melanie stood there, watching Grace follow me. She stormed toward us in frustration, demanding, "Have you lost your mind? You're going with her? Grace, if you go with her today, never come back to the Murphy family!" I scoffed at Matthew.

Matthew, of course, understood my look. He yelled at Melanie, "Shut your mouth!" "Why should I shut up? Chloe's a two-faced, manipulative snake. She thinks she's someone special. Does Grace still consider me her daughter-in-law?"

Melanie shouted at Matthew, her neck strained.

"Given your behavior, do you think she'd dare to go with you?" I retorted with contempt. "Are you planning to continue your abuse once she's back?" Melanie took a sudden step forward and Atlas's eyes shot toward her. She froze in her tracks, avoiding his gaze.

We walked away without a second thought.

As Atlas and Matthew passed each other, Atlas gave Matthew a sharp look and said, "Take care of your own woman!" Melanie's anger was redirected toward Grace. "Grace, remember this. If you

go with her today and dare to come back, I'll-"With a sharp crack, Melanie was on the ground and clutching her face. She stared at Matthew in shock.

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