Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Chapter 275 - 166 So sweet, do you feel sorry for me now?_2

The housekeeper remained silent, thinking that if the young master forbade anyone from approaching Ava Walker and her mother, then it simply couldn’t be done. Asking him to go upstairs to seek permission at this moment would be inviting trouble.

However, Naomi Walker was Kinsley Lee’s daughter-in-law. If she really wanted to go, it would be unreasonable to stop her.

Kinsley Lee seemed to have made up her mind. She called her driver to prepare the car, then rushed into the elevator, returned to her room, grabbed a coat, and started heading out.

Flix Hallow silently returned upstairs, seemingly uninterested in his wife’s intention to go to the hospital. Once the iron gate opened, the car sped even faster, heading straight to the hospital.

Ella Johnson knelt in the snow. She didn’t know what had happened to her daughter. She only hoped Kinsley Lee could take care of Ava Walker, as she had no other options.

Atlas Hallow’s words had been so final, leaving no room for doubt; she and her daughter could only have one survival. If her death could secure Ava’s position in the Hallow Family, she was willing to accept it. However, she knew Atlas’s demands were definitely not that simple.

Atlas Hallow was undoubtedly a terrifyingly ruthless character.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed Kinsley Lee’s car leaving, but he simply disregarded it. After all, the video Ava had was no longer a threat to him, so he paid it no mind.

He focused solely on comforting Charlotte Miller, who seemed equally frightened just now.

This young girl wasn’t particularly courageous. Witnessing that bloody scene had left her somewhat unable to recover even now.

In many instances, a woman’s heart is soft. Even knowing the harm, her heart remains pathetically tender, as evident in Charlotte’s handling of Luna Miller’s matters.

She was a woman capable of great achievements, but her softness would harm her.

Atlas Hallow was conflicted; on one hand, her softness revealed a side of her as gentle as water, simple like an angel; on the other hand, he didn’t want her softness to one day lead to her own harm.

"Your heart is too soft; she wishes you dead." Atlas Hallow held Charlotte Miller, speaking in a low tone.

"I can’t watch her die in front of me. Atlas Hallow, I am not someone foolishly kind, and don’t you wish to accumulate blessings for your child? After all, it’s not great for him to see such things before he’s even born." Charlotte expressed a bit of melancholy, her mood dipping.

She wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy making her especially sensitive or something else bothering her, causing unprovoked irritation and unrest.

Atlas Hallow’s lips held a slight smile, calm like watching a play, as if seeing through all her fears and struggles.

Sitting in his embrace, Charlotte felt every breath permeate with his distinctive musk, wondering if this enchanting scent could forever belong solely to him.

Seeing Tyler Hallow’s smile, she managed to smile too.

However, the smile was too elegant, blooming beautifully like a flower delicately trimmed on a branch, yet it lacked the warmth and love that comes from the heart.

"Are you wondering if I would hurt you the same way?" Atlas Hallow held Charlotte’s hand and gently kissed her cold fingertips, turning her pale fingers warm between his lips.

Charlotte did not struggle, just leaned weakly, softly asking, "Would you?"

Atlas Hallow shook his head, speaking with a profound tone, "As long as you don’t hurt me, I would never hurt you."

Charlotte’s smile faded further. How could she have the capability to hurt Atlas Hallow?

Atlas heaved a long sigh. This little girl had no idea that his overwhelming affection for her had transformed into the sharpest knife capable of piercing his heart.

Atlas had always thought he was invincible because he had the strongest armor. No weapon could defeat him, but now he realized he was actually vulnerable in one aspect because Charlotte could penetrate all his defenses, making him fragile and sensitive.

"Will she die?" The outside was a vast white field. A sense of foreboding lingered in her heart, unsure whether Ava Walker might just die like this. However, her complexion earlier had looked terrible.

"Don’t worry about her; life and death have their destinies..." Atlas Hallow lowered his head and kissed Charlotte Miller’s lips. Her lips had lost their usual rosy hue, turning a pale watery color.