Beyond the Divorce

I suddenly froze in place, my heart pounding. I urgently looked up at Atlas and asked, "Is he alive?"

Atlas tightened his grip around my waist, subtly signaling me to remain calm. He turned his gaze toward Clark, silently urging him to continue.

Clark, noticing our pause, spoke, "Sir, before I tell you, you must promise to release my son. As long as he's safe, I assure you, I will reveal Rory's current hiding place. I-If it's too late, I can't guarantee..." "You have no right to bargain with me," Atlas said, ready to turn away.

I was nervous, unable to breathe. What would happen if we were too late? He's alive, but what if.....

Atlas's hand signaled me again, his expression conveying an air of invincibility.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Sir... Let Jarvis go. Sir, please..." Clark became anxious, crawling forward.

He stretched out his skinny hands, tugging at Atlas's pants. Atlas glared at him, and Clark froze.

"Back then, did you ever think our families would end like this?" Atlas's voice dripped with menace, as if he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Do you think I let you live until today because of your luck or intelligence? Do you think I couldn't find Rory?" Atlas took a step forward, a chilling aura surrounding him.

Clark looked up at Atlas, his eyes filled with conflict and helplessness.

"Dylan!"

Dylan stepped forward, taking a tablet from a subordinate. He turned it on and held it up in front of Clark. "I can show you immediately how his Achilles tendons were severed!"

I was shocked. Severed Achilles tendons?

Atlas's earlier words echoed in my mind. "Let him taste the consequences of what he did to Rory!"

I suddenly felt a piercing pain

spreading throughout my body.

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I might be slow, but I could grasp the hidden meaning behind Atlas's words.

"They feared Rory might escape again," Atlas explained. A sharp pain pierced my heart.

I rushed at Clark, lifting my foot with all my strength, and kicked him squarely in the face. He toppled backward.

"Tell me. Where is he?" I shouted, my heart screaming, "My poor dad..."

Atlas quickly reached out, pulling me into his arms.

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Dylan promptly raised the tablet and issued a command, "Left!"

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He then directed the tablet toward Clark, and the screen emitted a sound reminiscent of a pig being slaughtered.

Clark screamed, "Don't!"

Dylan had a sinister look on his face. "It's too late. I don't mind severing the right as well."

At first, I didn't understand why it

had to go to this extent, but now I could see that the father and son were not innocent. Otherwise, Atlas would not have captured them at all. I believed that he would never harm innocent people.

At this moment, there was a fire burning in my chest. I wish I could do it myself. Clark crawled toward Dylan like a madman, pleading, "Don't... I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"