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

probably made of bulletproof glass. Otherwise, he would have been in danger with

we were headed. However, I had a hunch that we had deviated from the track, and this road was different from the way back to the estate. Otherwise, it would have taken less

we

appeared, relentlessly pursuing

"It seems like they're going all out. They won't stop until something

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

come, but there were too

a car

that maybe Grandpa was

he? But could it be that

Atlas's ear, "Atlas, does Grandpa know that Celine wants

Bang!

a faint sense of falling