Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1120 A Father Only in Name

Nathan looked at the bewildered Byron with a disdainful smile, his voice cold as he said, "I'm afraid neither of your daughters will want to see you. Beatrice definitely wouldn't. As for Hazelyn, she's been involved in serious crimes, so chances are, you won't be seeing her."

With that, Nathan left the room with determined strides.

Byron was left in the chair, his face devoid of color.

His clenched fist on the table gradually tightened and the muscles in his jaw protruded. I wondered what was going through his mind.

After a long while, he stood up and left the room, leaving the documents on the table untouched. That disappointed me.

In a cold tone, Atlas remarked, "He doesn't deserve to be a father."

At that moment, Nathan pushed the door open and walked in, his face still dark.

"He's determined to resort to extreme measures," Atlas said.

"How so?" Nathan looked at Atlas inquiringly.

"He'll probably try to request custody of Beatrice and find a way to harm her before the psychiatric assessment. That would be the best way for him to save himself, Hazelyn, and Jocelyn. He's already done it once. He won't hesitate to do it again," Atlas explained. Sean looked at Atlas and asked, "What should we do?"

to stay quiet." Atlas thought for a moment, then said, "He'll do everything in his power to see Beatrice.

see him. I won't let her fall into danger again,"

arm to embrace me. He

at Nathan, and Nathan ordered Beatrice to be moved to a secret ward to make Byron give up on the

obtained during dinner at Chandler residence to Nathan. He mentioned Byron's connections, and finally, Atlas said, "But

muttered, "Looks like I need to report

dawn when we left the police station. I wanted to return to the hospital, and Atlas didn't try to stop me. We

be there the moment Beatrice woke up, to

help but think that she must be frightened right

and Lauren were waiting outside the ward. The ward had a large glass window,

was under special care, and no one else was allowed in

6 a.m. the next morning, Beatrice, who had been in a deep sleep, made a slight

her pale face,

of the medication. She hadn't

I said gently,

She finally opened her eyes, staring blankly at me. Her eyes were large, the black

I've rescued you. You're safe now,"

looked around. Her gaze fixed on my face, and her