In the sealed cabin, Charlotte Miller sat quietly in the passenger seat. Accompanying her breath was the layered scent of sandalwood from the man, and the sll of Chinese dicine absorbed into their skin after soaking in the hot springs.
These scents ford an unusual airflow in this not-so-big space, obscure yet oppressive.
Charlotte didn’t know what to say because she knew that any comfort she offered would be useless.
The pain of losing a close family mber can only be eased by ti.
But how could it be? Those who drive for the Hallow Family are all veteran chauffeurs, and the cars are in excellent condition. How could such a terrible accident happen?
Thinking of yet another car accident, a chill surged through Charlotte’s body, a cold that emanated from her bones, because her father also died in a car accident.
They were on their way back as dusk approached.
The golden sunset stread through the windshield, illuminating Atlas Hallow’s facial features, outlining a handso profile. His recent vulnerability was only montary; soon he concealed his fluctuating emotions with indifference.
Gradually, those eyes, which held a hint of desolation, turned dark, as deep as an endless night, as terrifying and boundless as Inferno.
It was already late spring and early sumr, but the air began to stir with an indescribable heat. They were stuck in traffic for a while, and when the car drove into the city near the hospital, streetlights had already co on. Even before the sky turned completely dark, dazzling neon lights began to illuminate, rendering the night colorfully enchanting.
The thing about hospitals is they are always full of people, all sorts of people, with doctors and nurses in white coats coming and going.
The air reeked of disinfectant and a faint sll of blood.
"Mr. Hallow, Ms. Kim is already undergoing surgery. Her main danger now cos from massive internal bleeding, and her brain has been impacted as well. I’ve seen the scans; the operation is very complex and will take a long ti..." The hospital director had personally arrived at the front of the operating room to wait for Atlas Hallow, with top experts in surgery, internal dicine, neurology, and brain science inside.
If even such resources cannot save her, then they are truly powerless.
"Thank you..." The deep voice landed heavily, making the air tense for an instant.
Charlotte stood behind him, a slight pain rising in her chest. The most painful thing in this world is the separation of life and death.
Atlas turned around, grasping her shoulder tightly, almost to the point of crushing it.
"You need to go back now and prepare, then imdiately move to the Foster Family, Charlotte, you must look after Mia..." Atlas’s voice held restraint and anger, spreading through the air.
"I will take good care of her, and I’ll sort out the house as well." Charlotte looked at Atlas’s resolute face; when she finished speaking, there was a hint of loneliness and desolation in those dark eyes.
"Charlotte, do you no longer need ..." When Atlas said this, his tone was mournful.
Do she no longer need him? Atlas’s question was like a bomb exploding in her mind. At this mont, she couldn’t bring herself to say sothing harsh, but does she need him?
"You don’t believe this was just a simple car accident, do you?" Was he hinting at sothing by asking her to look after Mia?
Now she had no emotion left to discuss who needed whom; she needed to know the truth, to know who was behind it all, who was the mastermind.
"This wasn’t a car accident, Charlotte. This was a murder." Atlas’s hand slowly loosened from Charlotte’s shoulder, his eyes slowly swirling with intense anger from sadness.
"It’s a murder, Charlotte, and you’ve been caught up in it as well, so you must listen to , do you understand?" Atlas stared at Charlotte’s shocked face, then spoke word by word: "Now is not the ti to be stubborn with ."
His tone left no room for rebuttal.
Moreover, ti waits for no one; even a split second must not be delayed.
Atlas stayed behind, simultaneously directing the arrangents for Flix Hallow’s funeral and standing guard outside the operating room for Ayla Kim. As Charlotte was about to leave, watching Atlas make calls under the lights, she indeed felt he resembled a lonely child.
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