Beyond the Divorce

I exclaimed, "Mom!"

Just then, Melanie yelled, "She's just faking it! That old hag! Serves her right!"

I crawled over, grabbed Grace, and shook her. "Mom... wake up. Don't scare me! Mom..."

No matter how many times I called her, she wouldn't open her eyes. I shouted to the people inside, "Call an ambulance! Quickly! Mom, wake up! Don't scare me! I'll take you to the hospital..."

I was frantic. I couldn't bear the thought of her dying like this. I reached out to check, and her breath was faint.

Matthew stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at his mother. She was lying on the ground, unresponsive.

Meanwhile, Grace's forehead continued to bleed. Despite the chaos, I couldn't care less about my own appearance.

I searched for my bag, panicking. The bewildered bodyguard finally reacted, helping me support Grace.

Finally, I took out my phone and called Atlas.

As soon as he answered, I cried uncontrollably. "Atlas, please help me find a doctor. Grace might not make it! Get the best doctor!" I shouted incoherently.

While comforting me, he asked a few questions and gave me instructions before hanging up.

back to Grace. "Mom, wake up! We promised to

tears. No matter what, when I was recovering after

much to tell you. You can't leave like

I followed, jumping into the ambulance, just like she was my own mother. I didn't even glance

around before hopping

hospital, I followed the stretcher to

was already waiting there. When he saw my blood-stained forehead, he seemed unsettled, his

over, growling,

quickly briefed Atlas on the

attend to my wound. Throughout the

done, he settled me in a waiting chair. He marched toward Matthew without saying anything and landed two solid punches. The neighbors stepped in and pulled Atlas

in a daze, waiting for news from inside,

family, Lauren, and Ivanna rushed over. My mom had

came out. I