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 go home together. I

matter what, when I

much to tell you. You

the ambulance arrived, they used a stretcher to carry her down. I followed, jumping into the ambulance, just like

him pacing around before hopping into his car

I followed the stretcher to

was already waiting there. When he saw my blood-stained

pulled me over,

quickly briefed Atlas on the

Throughout the process, his eyes were red with worry, tightly gripping

Matthew

a daze, waiting for news from inside, but there

over. My mom had also

two hours, the doctor finally came out. I rushed to the door