NovelEnglishI held my breath and looked at him. His eyes remained fixed on the tablet screen, where the agonizing screams continued.
Clark sat dejectedly on the floor, looking at Atlas in shock, finally revealing an address.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAtlas glanced at Dylan, who promptly left the room.
Clark, seemingly resigned, lacked any spirit. He muttered, "I deserve this. I'm sorry, Mr. Atlas. I'm sorry for betraying Rory's trust." In a moment of desperation, his gaze focused on Atlas. "None of this is under my control. It was one wrong step after another. She only askedto switch that bag, but I didn't expect her to force me..." His eyes looked helplessly at Atlas. "She coerced me..." "If you hadn't been greedy, reaching out for things you shouldn't have, how could the Pierce and White families end up like this? How dare you pretend to be innocent?" Atlas's tone was intimidating.
"Sir, I was wrong! She caught my mother and threatened me. I dared not refuse... But I didn't expect her to later..." He trailed off. "Why did you kill my mother?" My eyes burned, flames of anger swirling withinas I glared at Clark. "How did you poison her?" Images of my mother, beautiful and affectionate, flashed through my mind. She embracedand Atlas with love, a memory now painfully haunting me.
"She shouldn't have spoken about what she saw. I didn't want to kill her, Stella. I didn't want to, but she was too clever. She found out I switched the briefcase..." Clark, in hysterics, said, "It was her insistence! She forced me!" Atlas pulledaway and said, "Chlo, don't dirty your hands. He deserves a fate worse than death." Just then, Dylan briskly entered, nodding to Atlas.
Atlas cast an indifferent glance at Clark.
"Dying is easy. Remember, you will only take your last breath when your son loses his limbs. So, I hope you live a long life." "Atlas!" Clark suddenly lunged at Our bold swiftly kicked him et away, and he crashed into the wall, coughing up blood. SW Atlas turnedaway and spoke softly, "It's too late. Let's go!" He heldas he led us out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBehind us, Clark yelled hoarsely, "Sir, please don't harm my son! I beg you!" Atlas glanced back coldly. "You don't have to beg me. It all depends on you." "Sir..." As we left the room, the door was closed, drowning out his pleas.
The corridor revealed many closed.
doors, and I wondered who was lthem. The tight! sent shivers down spine.
I looked up at him doubtfully. "Atlas..." He lowered his gaze, meeting mine.
Understanding my thoughts, he tightened his grip on my arm. Although his face still looked cold, his tone softened.
"Rest assured, I won't wrongly capture an innocent person. All I do to him are things he deserves. He must be punished!" I held my breath, uncertain why, but the chill lingered in my spine.
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