Beyond the Divorce

I supported her, since she still seemed fragile. Finn quickly stepped forward, stooped down, and lifted her. She was startled and looked at me in panic, shouting, "Chlo..."

I hurriedly approached and held her hand, "Don't be nervous. He carried you out to save you. Don't worry. You can trust him!"

Beatrice seemed a little reluctant to look at Finn. He had already started to step outside.

The dishes were set in the dining room, and Atlas came downstairs.

When Atlas saw Finn place Beatrice at the dining table, he walked over slowly, looked at me, and gently said, "Not bad. I believe you'll recover soon."

Beatrice stared at Atlas, but it was with a kind of unfamiliarity and speculation, not the usual greed and longing that women had when looking at Atlas.

I quickly smiled at Beatrice and said, "Beatrice, this is my husband, Atlas. A lot has happened in my life during these ten years. I'll slowly tell you what happened. You need to get well soon."

Beatrice nodded, then smiled slightly at Atlas. "Alright. You tell me everything."

We all quickly took our seats and called over the doctors and nurses to eat together.

Lauren was probably still asleep. I didn't get anyone to wake her up. She had been tired these days, and it was rare for her to have a quiet and good night's sleep.

I felt content as I watched Atlas dine elegantly with everyone.

Honestly, this was the first time I had seen Atlas with so many outsiders all sitting at the same table for breakfast.

Fortunately, he appeared relaxed.

During the meal, I asked the doctor if Beatrice could have a bath. The doctor thought for a moment and nodded, "Not for too long. After all, her body is still very weak, and bathing consumes a lot of energy." "Is the wound okay?" I asked with some concern.

"Avoid excessive contact and avoid prolonged exposure to water. I'll change Ms. Chandler's dressing right after she's done bathing," the doctor said. "Use warm water for the bath."

I quickly nodded. We would let her use the bathtub and keep her feet elevated.

"Um... Could you all please stop calling me Beatrice Chandler from now on?" Beatrice said determinedly. "I'm not & Chandler. I'm a Keller. The Chandler surname is a disgrace. I'm going to apply for a name change to Beatrice Keller. Just call me Beatrice, okay?"

Beatrice looked at everyone, saying, "Please understand."

"Great! I'm all for it," Finn agreed. "I'll help you figure out a way to change that surname."

Beatrice's eyes carried a hint of gratitude.

After breakfast, Atlas left for work, and Finn took care of the bathing arrangements before leaving the villa.

Lauren had just woken up. Stretching lazily, she said, "I slept so well..."

When her gaze fell on Beatrice sitting on the bed, she visibly brightened and walked in. "Beatrice, you look great today." Surprisingly, Beatrice smiled. "Thank you!"

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Lauren nodded quickly. "She needs to wash away all the bad luck. From now on, Beatrice's life will be smooth sailing."

After saying that, she swiftly disappeared. Beatrice looked at Lauren's departing figure, then at me. "Well... I like her!"

I nodded happily. "Lauren is my best friend. She's really wonderful."

The bath took almost an hour. After

we finished, Beatrice looked very refreshed. A hint of rosy color appeared on her pale face, bringing joy to my heart.

She seemed to be feeling very comfortable. Even her hair had become much smoother.

The doctor quickly changed the dressing on her ankle. The wound had improved, but the bone-white scar was still visible.

Beatrice must have been very

comfortable, because she fell asleep before the dressing was finished. She slept for a full eight hours

without any seizures, proba net'

sensing an unprecedented sense of security. She slept until the evening.

Atlas and Finn had returned by then.