Beyond the Divorce

Arnold strutted in with indifference, voicing his reproach for Atlas. "I told you that you shouldn't have let her go there. Look at how precarious it turned out. It's almost cost my nephew's life." "Atlas, let me tell you, you're too arrogant. If something were to happen, you'd regret it big time, wouldn't you? Besides..."

Atlas and I exchanged a glance, both of us chiming in unison, "Enough."

Seeing the synchrony between us, Arnold pointed at me angrily. "You're just heartless."

I laughed and collapsed into Atlas's embrace. At that moment, I felt incredibly happy. It was no wonder I couldn't control the urge to vomit when I smelled blood at Navi's base.

Just thinking about it made my stomach churn, and it felt like that bloody odor was assaulting me again.

"Ugh..."

I clamped my hand over my mouth, feeling the sweat beads forming on my forehead.

Atlas immediately tensed up, swiftly jumping out of bed to carry me to the bathroom, where I retched.

He gently patted my back as he watched me with concern. There was hardly anything left to throw up. My stomach was already empty.

I collapsed exhausted in Atlas's arms, gasping for air. It wasn't until fresh

bed while Arnold hovered nearby, incessantly asking, "How did this happen, Atlas? Look how pale she is. Is being pregnant this tough? I..." "Shut up,"

my breath and said to Atlas, "What about my

was when Arnold remembered he

soup I bought from Green Cottage,

heard it was porridge from Green Cottage, I pointed at it

Arnold and

so I

of yours. If you want to talk, tell us

gave Arnold a playful glance while Atlas opened the thermos and poured the soup

and said, "You only notice he's a chatterbox

burst

my back. "Let's not talk

and looked at him, asking, "Aren't you