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.

I didn't think Celine would be that foolish.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and our car shook violently. Atlas's grip tightened, pressing me against him.

I instinctively protected my belly.

"Idiots." Atlas spat out. He instructed Dylan, "Shake them off."Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Okay," Dylan replied, stepping harder on the gas. He had probably been cautious earlier because of my condition, but now, he accelerated without reservation.

Atlas lifted me onto his lap, one arm securely around me, the other bracing in front to keep me firmly against his chest.

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

The two cars would swerve into us whenever there was enough space, trying to ram into our vehicle. Qur car shook violently, and I kept adjusting my position to minimize the impact.

I had to protect our children.

Atlas seemed even more tense than me, his grip tightening as if he wanted to merge me into his body.

I would never forget Atlas's excitement when he found out I was pregnant with twins.

He wanted these children so much, and I knew it. I couldn't let him down. I had to protect our children.

Atlas's expression was grave. He was more worried about my condition than his own, constantly reassuring me, "Don't be afraid. I won't let anything happen to you. Don't panic."

Dylan focused intently on driving and speeding ahead. I felt the car swaying.

I took deep breaths, trying to relax and protect my belly.

Another heavy impact jolted the car from behind, tossing me in Atlas's arms. He tried to lift me with his strong arms, preventing me from hitting anything too hard.

I couldn't help but feel nervousin this situation. My belly tightened noticeably, and I instinctively pressed my hand against it.

I heard Dylan speaking rapidly into his Bluetooth earpiece, but he was talking too fast for me to catch anything. However, I understood he had requested backup and informed them of our location.

Atlas's earpiece was also on, and he continued to give orders, specifying our location.

Just then, I saw an intersection ahead. We were getting closer.

"Protect Mrs. Chloe, Mr. Atlas!"

Dylan obviously intended to use this intersection to shake off our pursuers.

"Brace yourselves!" Dylan shouted. He suddenly slammed on the gas. I watched as the traffic signal in front turned from yellow to red while the left side turned green.

In that split second, our car surged forward like a runaway horse, swiftly bypassing the cars beside us, darting out just as the two cars closed in from both sides.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and scream.