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.

"Mom, wake up! We promised

tears. No matter what, when I was recovering after giving birth, she took

much to tell you. You

into the

him pacing around before hopping into his car

followed the stretcher to

blood-stained forehead, he seemed unsettled, his usually commanding

pulled me over, growling, "What

bodyguard quickly briefed Atlas

a surgeon to attend to my wound. Throughout the process, his

settled me in a waiting chair. He marched toward Matthew without saying anything

for news

Lauren, and Ivanna rushed over. My mom had also brought Ava,

doctor finally came out. I rushed to the door and