Beyond the Divorce

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Gabriel waiting outside amidst the crowd. At the sight of our gathering, he hesitated and quietly slipped through another entrance.

The courtroom was packed to the brim, with every seat occupied and people standing silently at the back. The Bullocks, the Chandlers, the hospital staff, and others were among the crowd. We were directed to our designated seats.

When Byron, Jocelyn, and Hazelyn were escorted into the courtroom, I felt Beatrice's body tremble slightly before she relaxed again.

I embraced her, offering support. Finn wrapped his strong arm around her as well.

Byron, now with his once jet-black hair shaved short and turned white, looked noticeably thinner and worn out. Gone was his former arrogant demeanor.

As he entered the hall, his eyes scanned the room, eventually locking onto Beatrice's face. His mouth opened, and his gaze was filled with complexity.

sensed Beatrice take a deep breath, resolutely withdrawing

mouth moved, but his words no

courtroom, he would have no chance left. Following him was Jocelyn, who no

wicked woman, give me back my child! Bitch, you

banged the gavel, restoring

Hazelyn, who was dressed plainly and

however, still carried malice as they searched for Beatrice. She was still standing

forcefully restrained by court guards. Ultimately, she gave Beatrice a fierce glare before being

one chance to see Beatrice, but she decisively refused him. I believe this

which was tightly grasping mine, conveyed

pillar of support by her side, and even the