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.

We promised to go home together. I

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

wake up. I have so much to tell you. You

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

hopping into his car and

followed the stretcher to the

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

me over, growling,

quickly briefed Atlas on

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

He marched toward Matthew without saying anything

a daze, waiting for news from inside, but

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

hours, the doctor finally came out. I rushed to