Beyond the Divorce

Atlas didn't hesitate, saying, "Of course we have to go. She doesn't have the guts to attack us at home." "Mr. Atlas." Just then, Dylan, who was driving, suddenly interrupted us. "We've got trouble behind us."

I was about to turn around when Atlas immediately held my head, telling Dylan, "Head back home."

Dylan acknowledged and stepped on the gas. Both Atlas and I instinctively looked in the rearview mirror. I noticed a car rapidly catching up from behind. Dylan cautioned, "Protect Mrs. Chloe, Mr. Atlas."

Atlas extended his arm to shield me, holding me close to him with a firm grip.

I could feel our car accelerating again. The roads were still crowded, despite it being late at night.

The pursuing cars were relentless, and they weren't alone.

Dylan was alert, and asked for backup as he drove.

I felt nervous, wondering who would dare to do this.

Although Celine was the obvious suspect, it seemed too blatant for her to attack us openly, especially after Grandpa had taken me away.

Celine would be that

was a loud bang, and our car shook

protected

Atlas spat out. He

harder on the gas. He had probably been cautious earlier because of my condition,

lifted me onto his lap, one arm securely around me, the other bracing in front to keep

pursued us relentlessly. Despite Dylan's skill in maneuvering through the traffic, he couldn't shake off our

swerve into us whenever there was enough space, trying to ram into our vehicle. Qur car shook violently, and I

had to protect

grip tightening

would never forget Atlas's excitement when he found out

so much, and I knew it. I couldn't let him down.

more worried about my condition than his own, constantly reassuring me, "Don't be afraid. I won't let anything happen

on driving and speeding ahead.