Beyond the Divorce



Chapter 749 Matthew's Suicide Attempt

Back at Pleca Park, I was almost asleep when a call from Adrian woke me up. I looked at the time. It was one past midnight, so this had to be urgent.

I quickly answered the phone, and Adrian, sounding uneasy, informed me, 'Ms. Chloe, Matthew has attempted suicide in the detention center."

"What?" I exclaimed. "What's going on?"

"He's been taken to the hospital for treatment. I'm on my way there now. You..." his tone was probing.

"Alright, I'm coming over immediately. Which hospital?' I asked while getting out of bed. I felt a slight tremor. Atlas was still in the study.

Adrian told me the name of the hospital over the phone, and I quickly hung up, rushing to the dressing room to grab a dress. After putting it on and tidying my hair hastily, I walked out of the room, knocking lightly on the study door. I pushed it open without waiting for a response.

Atlas was still on an international video call. He sensed that something was wrong when he saw me all dressed and ready to go. He ended the call, walked toward me, and asked, " What's happened?"

"I need to go to the hospital. Matthew attempted suicide in the detention center!" My tone was unsettled, and my legs felt shaky.

After all, he had been a part of my life for almost ten years. I no longer had any feelings for him, but I couldn't help but feel anxious since his life was under threat. At the very least, I didn't want him to die just so Ava would have her biological father around.

"I'll go with you," he said. He wrapped his arm around my waist and led me out of the study.

I felt relieved. I knew Atlas would be by my side no matter what happened.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

I explained briefly while we got into the car. Atlas didn't alert anyone else. He drove the car himself, and we left the villa through the main entrance.

In the car, I clenched my fist tightly, feeling a mix of frustration and anger, Matthew was giving up at a crucial moment. If anything happened to him, all our efforts to help him would be in vain.

And I would not know how to explain things to Ava if he really did die.

He was a coward for trying to take the easy way out.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I couldn't help but express my frustration." Who gave him the right to decide that ending his life was the solution? Coward! Useless piece of trash."

Atlas patted my back, "Don't be mad. Everything will be fine. Just stay calm."

He comforted me while driving swiftly.

When we reached the hospital, Atlas and I rushed to the emergency room.

I saw several cops standing at the entrance. Adrian was already there, talking to one of them.

As we approached, he quickly came over, looking at Atlas and saying solemnly, "It's pretty serious."

I staggered for a moment, and Atlas steadied me, asking Adrian, "Is there any hope?" Adrian shook his head, "It's hard to say. He lost a lot of blood and was unconscious when they brought him here."

Atlas looked at me in his arms, patting my shoulder, "Don't worry. I'll make a call."

He released me and called someone. Soon after that, he retumed to my side, saying, "Don't wony."

He walked over to the officer who had just spoken to Adrian and asked, "When did it happen?

"About two hours ago. He used a broken toothbrush to slit his wrist. His emotions haven't been stable these past few days."

The officer briefly explained the situation, "The doctor tried to stop the bleeding, but he cut an artery, and it was quite severe."

I gulped, my heart tightening. I didn't want to imagine what had happened. Silently, I prayed that he would survive. After all, he was only 32 years old. There would be many good times ahead of him. How could he just leave like this?

My breathing constricted, and my heart raced. Memories kept resurfacing in my mind. I couldn't even muster the strength to blame him right now.

Just then, rapid footsteps echoed in the corridor. I turned to see several doctors hunying toward us, and Atlas went to welcome them.