Beyond the Divorce



Not A Real Man

Upon reaching the hospital, I noticed a crowd of cops outside the ward. I snorted, silently cursing at the embarrassing situation. They were making things too obvious.

As I approached the door, Adrian emerged from inside.

"How is he?" I inquired.

"He's better now. They gave him a sedative," Adrian replied.

"Is he awake or still sleeping?" I assumed he'd be asleep after being sedated.

Adrian whispered, "They gave him a small dose. He's awake, but he's calm now,"

Hearing this, I stepped inside.

There were two cops in the room, keeping a watchful eye on him. Matthew, with a deathly palle face, turned toward me. When he saw me, he completely broke down, crying like a child.

I walked to him, towering over him. I finally said, "What's this? You don't want to live anymore?

Seeing him cry like this stirred a strange feeling in me. No matter how much hatred there was, when the other person became vulnerable, we still could not bear to see them suffer.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

I had no remaining emotions for Matthew. He had hurt me and deceived me too deeply. Even without Atlas, I wouldn't have the slightest affection left for him.

But witnessing his current state, I couldn't help but admit that I felt a tinge of sadness.

The Murphy family had reached the point of bankruptcy. Once hailed as an inspirational figure, this person had fallen to such depths, and only he knew how it happened.

I was sure that he must be regretting everything deeply at this moment.

Despite his tall height, he looked like an abandoned child, crying in such a pitiful manner that it left me speechless.

As I uttered those words, the two cops looked at me cautiously. "Madam, please be more considerate. After all, he is a patient."

Atlas appeared somewhat displeased. He exited the room and, upon reentering, addressed the two cops, 'Please leave for a moment."

The two officers looked at Atlas, uncertain about his identity but sensing that he wasn't an ordinary person.

However, possibly due to their duty, one still questioned, "Who are you? In case something happens-

"I'm in charge here." Atlas cut him off. "Go outside."

The two officers exchanged glances, reluctantly leaving the room.

I sighed in relief. I didn't want to make a scene in front of outsiders.

I asked Matthew, "Who are you helping with this? Your deceased mother or your daughter?" Thank you for saving me, Chloe," he choked like a child.

'No need to thank me. It wasn't me who saved you; it was the police and Atlas," I coldly replied.

Matthew, how many people tirelessly searched for evidence for your case day and night? Adrian even worked until 2 a.m. Can you justify your actions to all those people? Are you really in a position to think about ending your life?"

The more I spoke, the angrier I became. "Can't you stand up like a man and walk with your head held high?"

'Everything is gone. I have nothing left. My life is a joke," he cried, his once-handsome face twisted and unsightly,

"You brought everything upon yourself. It's your fault. I warned you earlier, but did you believe me? Since everything is your own choice, bear it with dignity. Show those people that you are a real man."

I questioned him assertively, "Did you do those things? Did you cut corners?

"No... Chloe, you have to believe me. I didn't do it. They fabricated the evidence and smeared my name. You have to believe me." Matthew shouted at me with determination.

"Then stand up and shout to the world that you didn't do it!" I demanded, my patience wearing thin.

Atlas embraced me from behind, whispering, 'Don't get angry."

"I'm not a judge. What's the use of telling me? Moreover, Adrian is already searching for evidence to prove your innocence. Why can't you defend yourself? I pointed at him. "You're just a coward. If you die, you're committing suicide, and you'll never tum your life around. Your life will be ruined, and your daughter will be left to suffer. Did you forget about your daughter?"

My words abruptly silenced Matthew's sobbing.