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.

Grace. "Mom, wake up! We promised to

what, when I

wake up. I have so much to tell you. You can't

her down. I followed, jumping into the ambulance, just like she

saw him pacing around before hopping into his car

I followed the stretcher to the

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

me over, growling,

quickly briefed

called a surgeon to attend to my wound. Throughout the process, his eyes were red

waiting chair. He marched toward Matthew without saying

daze, waiting for news from inside, but there was

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

two hours, the doctor finally came out. I