บททั้งหมดของ Beyond the Divorce: บทที่ 1111 - บทที่ 1120

Byron noticed the distance between me and Hazelyn when we finally took our seats. "Mrs. Chloe, there was a bit of a misunderstanding between you and my daughter earlier. As adults, let's not dwell on trivial matters. I may have spoiled her a bit, and she lacks boundaries."I simply smiled, neither taking his lead nor being overly polite.He continued somewhat awkwardly, "My wife and I have always turned a blind eye to certain things. We believe in giving our daughter a comfortable upbringing. So, you see, she is a bit...spoiled."Byron chuckled sheepishly. "There's a saying that you don't really know someone until you've had a disagreement. I hope you two can become good friends. In the future, when Mr. Atlas invests in Gerby, you must come here often."Please don’t judge her too harshly. You've seen the world, Mrs. Chloe, while she's just a spoiled child. I hope you can guide her a bit." Byron's words were skillfully crafted, leaving me somewhat impressed.I smiled and glanced

I looked at their expressions with a bit of schadenfreude and continued speaking. "We have the best experts in the field of mental health. Mr. Byron, if you need, I can introduce them to you. They are globally top-notch specialists. “With our experts taking charge, I believe a quick recovery is possible. Do you want me to check for you? We can bring the experts over.""Oh... Well, not for now. Her condition has been stable recently. If needed, I'll contact you, Mrs. Chloe," Byron politely declined, sounding quite firm.I wanted to say more, but Atlas quickly interrupted, "Let's leave it at that. Mr. Byron can contact us if needed."Then, he changed the topic and quickly moved on to discussing mining matters.Byron enthusiastically discussed his network of connections, boasting about how he could help Atlas open doors in every aspect of Gerby.Atlas humbly inquired about Byron's connections, delving into various aspects. I heard Byron say, "Mr. Atlas, you can consider cooperating

I hurriedly ran over, spotting a small figure curled up in the corner. I crouched down and softly called out to her. "Beatrice, don't be afraid. I'm Chloe Hartz. It's Chlo. I've come to rescue you, Beatrice."I saw the trembling figure in the corner pause, and I knew she had understood me."Beatrice... It’s Chloe! I know I'm late, but look at me! It's me, I'm Chlo!"I heard Hazelyn's arrogant laughter behind me. "Hahaha, she's just a lunatic! You can't save her. She’s lost her mind."Lauren couldn't bear it. She walked up to Hazelyn and slapped her again. "I told you to shut up! You're the crazy one!"I slowly reached out to Beatrice. "Beatrice, don't be afraid. Come on, look at me! I'm Chlo!"The frail figure continued to tremble but slowly raised her head.Only then did I see that she was still wearing a patient gown that was stained with blood all over. Some parts were torn, revealing her body. She clutched herself.The chains on her feet were still locked, and her exposed c

Atlas continued, "We can't use this hospital's experts. The last diagnostic report was suspected to be forged, and all the doctors involved were from here. We need more authoritative and convincing opinions. The local doctors can only observe. We'll invite a team of specialists to consult."Nathan nodded immediately. "Got it!"When Beatrice was brought back to the hospital room, she was still unconscious, but she was now in a clean hospital gown.Her hair had been attended to and looked much neater. Thick bandages were wrapped around her ankles, and her delicate face was pale without a trace of color. She appeared frail and petite in the hospital bed, beautiful even in her emaciation.I couldn't control the welling tears as my gaze fell upon her. Was this still the Beatrice I knew?I knew Finn was wondering the same thing.Mr. and Mrs. Bullock rushed to the hospital when they heard that we had successfully rescued Beatrice.It was early morning by then.When they saw Beatrice

Nathan looked at the bewildered Byron with a disdainful smile, his voice cold as he said, "I'm afraid neither of your daughters will want to see you. Beatrice definitely wouldn't. As for Hazelyn, she's been involved in serious crimes, so chances are, you won't be seeing her."With that, Nathan left the room with determined strides.Byron was left in the chair, his face devoid of color.His clenched fist on the table gradually tightened and the muscles in his jaw protruded. I wondered what was going through his mind.After a long while, he stood up and left the room, leaving the documents on the table untouched. That disappointed me.In a cold tone, Atlas remarked, "He doesn’t deserve to be a father."At that moment, Nathan pushed the door open and walked in, his face still dark."He's determined to resort to extreme measures," Atlas said."How so?" Nathan looked at Atlas inquiringly."He’ll probably try to request custody of Beatrice and find a way to harm her before the psych