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?"

a message to Hazelyn and ask her to stay quiet." Atlas thought for a moment, then said,

I won't let her fall into danger again," I said resolutely, opposing the

at me, then extended his arm to embrace me. He remained silent,

at Nathan, and Nathan ordered Beatrice to be moved to a secret ward to make Byron

residence to Nathan. He mentioned Byron's connections, and

and muttered, "Looks like I need to

I wanted to return to the hospital, and Atlas didn't try to stop me. We went to the hospital together, and he arranged for a room

to be there the moment Beatrice woke up, to see

think that she must be frightened

Lauren were waiting outside the ward. The ward had a large glass window, allowing a clear view of what went on

special care, and no one else was allowed in to

the next morning, Beatrice, who had been in a deep sleep, made a slight movement. We rushed

on her pale face, then she gradually

effect of the medication. She hadn't

I said gently, looking

finally opened her eyes, staring blankly

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

blinked and looked around. Her gaze fixed on