Beyond the Divorce

She looked terrifying, emanating a fierce aura like a recently awakened beast. Her eyes were red, her face even paler, trembling all over. She roared, "Tell him to get lost!" Finn immediately reached out to comfort her. "Beatrice, calm down. I'll make him leave..."

"Get him out! Get him out! I want to kill him..." she said, attempting to rise, ready to storm out.

Finn quickly reached out to restrain her. Now she became even more agitated, "Don't hit me... Let go of me. Don't hit me! Leave!"

After her outburst, her hands uncontrollably scratched at the air, clearly a reflex, the aftermath of prolonged abuse. This was the most undeniable proof.

Seeing her like this made my heart ache even more.

After her shout, she bit down on Finn's shoulder, her expression grim as she sank her teeth in fiercely.

Finn grunted but kept his eyes closed, refusing to let go of her.

I was surprised and hurriedly patted her back. "Beatrice... Beatrice, don't bite him. He's your lifesaver. He won't harm you, Beatrice..."

Several nurses rushed in to help, one preparing a syringe. Finn roared, "Don't touch her, don't give her a shot."

But Beatrice continued biting down on Finn's shoulder. His white shirt was instantly stained red.

Finn, in pain, had veins bulging in his neck, but he still didn't let go of her.

listen to me," I called out

gradually loosened her bite,

Finn. "Do you

shook his head lightly. "As long as she can let it out,

blankly at Finn, took a deep breath, and said, "... Make him leave! I'm not his daughter... He's

"Okay, I'll go chase

gazed at Finn, her expression softened, her voice quieter, "Make

of smiles as if he saw

the situation before her, and

up. Beatrice doesn't want to see

was speechless, commenting, "What nerve

Beatrice seemed somewhat

still tightly clung to my clothes,

child in

by her side, watching her. She continued

wanted to say something to her, but

Beatrice had just fallen asleep. The light reflected on her pallid face. She looked frail in her curled-up state, devoid of any

informed Atlas that Byron had appeared at the hospital,