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

car shook violently. Atlas's grip tightened, pressing

instinctively protected my

out. He instructed Dylan,

replied, stepping harder on the gas. He had probably been cautious earlier because

the other bracing in front to keep me

maneuvering through the traffic, he couldn't shake off our

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

to protect our

than me, his grip tightening as if

forget Atlas's excitement when he found out I was

knew it. I couldn't let him down.

than his own, constantly reassuring me, "Don't be afraid. I won't let

and speeding ahead. I felt the