Beyond the Divorce

I heard a loud crash behind us, followed by two explosions.

Despite the impact, the car continued to move forward steadily. Dylan slapped the steering wheel and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did I open my eyes. The crossroad we had just narrowly crossed was now engulfed in flames, with the sound of exploding cars becoming more distant by the moment. I could feel Atlas's arm tightly around mine, which was relaxed slightly. He nervously asked, "Chloe, are you okay?"

"I'm not-"

Before I could finish my sentence, there was a sharp, cracking sound. My body immediately lurched to the left with a tremendous bang.

Atlas blocked my body with a powerful arm, wrapped another hand around my waist, and his head slammed against the car window.

I felt his hand loosen slightly for a little second. However, as soon as he realized it, he pulled me back into his embrace.

I clung tightly to his body, shivering from dread.

okay?" I

fine! It's nothing to worry about!" Luckily, the car window was sturdy and probably made of bulletproof glass. Otherwise, he would have been in danger with that impact. After confirming that none of us

were headed. However, I had a hunch that we had deviated from the track, and this road

although we thought we had shaken

cars appeared, relentlessly pursuing

all out. They won't stop until something

me, then said to Dylan, "Hold on, head toward Fifth Avenue! There will be support there!" "Got

that support would definitely come, but there were too many uncontrollable

of a

thought that maybe Grandpa was

grandson and great-grandson, would he? But could it be that he was warning his grandson? No, that

know that Celine

Bang!

a faint sense of falling in my stomach.