Beyond the Divorce

She looked terrifying, emanating a fierce aura like a recently awakened beast. Her eyes were red, her face even paler, trembling all over. She roared, "Tell him to get lost!" Finn immediately reached out to comfort her. "Beatrice, calm down. I'll make him leave..."

"Get him out! Get him out! I want to kill him..." she said, attempting to rise, ready to storm out.

Finn quickly reached out to restrain her. Now she became even more agitated, "Don't hit me... Let go of me. Don't hit me! Leave!"

After her outburst, her hands uncontrollably scratched at the air, clearly a reflex, the aftermath of prolonged abuse. This was the most undeniable proof.

Seeing her like this made my heart ache even more.

After her shout, she bit down on Finn's shoulder, her expression grim as she sank her teeth in fiercely.

Finn grunted but kept his eyes closed, refusing to let go of her.

I was surprised and hurriedly patted her back. "Beatrice... Beatrice, don't bite him. He's your lifesaver. He won't harm you, Beatrice..."

Several nurses rushed in to help, one preparing a syringe. Finn roared, "Don't touch her, don't give her a shot."

But Beatrice continued biting down on Finn's shoulder. His white shirt was instantly stained red.

Finn, in pain, had veins bulging in his neck, but he still didn't let go of her.

"Beatrice, I'm Chlo, listen to me," I called out to her.

She gradually loosened her bite, and Finn's face turned purple.

I looked at Finn. "Do you need help?"

Finn shook his head lightly. "As long as she can let it out, I'm fine."

Beatrice stared blankly at Finn, took a deep breath, and said, "... Make him leave! I'm not his daughter... He's not worthy!"

Finn nodded, looking at her. "Okay, I'll go chase him away. Don't be angry. Be good."

Beatrice gazed at Finn, her expression softened, her voice quieter, "Make him leave."

"Yeah! I'll go now." Finn had a face full of smiles as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, Lauren rushed in, looking at the situation before her, and asked me, "What's going on?"

"Byron showed up. Beatrice doesn't want to see him," I informed her.

Lauren was speechless, commenting, "What nerve he has."

Beatrice seemed somewhat

exhausted. I quickly laid her down on the bed Her hands still tightly clung to my clothes, seemingly finding safety only in doing so. She

resembled a child in need.

I had no choice but to sit by her side, watching her. She continued gripping onto me, refusing to let go.

I wanted to say something to her, but she remained silent.

In the evening, when Atlas arrived, Beatrice had just fallen asleep. The light reflected on her pallid face. She looked frail in her curled-up state, devoid of any sense of security.

I informed Atlas that Byron had appeared at the hospital, wanting to see Beatrice.

Atlas's gaze was deep, calmly saying, "He's on the move, trying to free Hazelyn, but he's quite disappointed today. He didn't find out where Hazelyn is being held."

"He wants to free Hazelyn?" I was somewhat infuriated. "Is he still putting up a fight?"

At this point, Finn walked over, looking at us. "Gabriel is here."

"Hah!" I snorted disdainfully. "The Chandler family is taking turns bombarding us. Gabriel also provided evidence confirming Beatrice's mental issues back then. I want to know why?" Atlas decisively stated, "No one can see her before the assessment. We need to stabilize her emotions. On the contrary, we must keep those outside on high alert."NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

I looked at Atlas. "Keep them on edge. That's when they'll completely break down, right?"

Atlas embraced me with concern,

saying, "The key is taking down

those supporting them. There's also

the case of the poisoned milk. There's no complete chain of

evidence yet. That's stcrucial

wns

thing."

"But time is running out." I had to admit. I understood that we couldn't stay in Gerby all the time.

It worried me because there were many things to deal with back in Foswood, and we might have to return at any time.