Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 1269

The man lying on the hospital bed before me was frail and weak. He was nothing but skin and bones.

He resembled a skeleton. His hair was gray, his cheeks were sunken, and only his cheekbones remained prominent, making him look much older than his actual age. But it was clear that he had been handsome. You could see it amidst his pallid complexion.

His condition made it clear that he had been confined underground for a long time. Coupled with malnutrition, he basically looked half-dead.

I couldn't imagine how he had survived these past twenty years.

He still hadn't regained consciousness. If it weren’t for his faint breaths, I wouldn’t have believed he was still alive.

I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do, my emotions running high.

Atlas embraced me and gently guided me forward. "This is your father. The examination results aren't out yet. Let's wait."

I turned to Atlas. "Is this really my father?"

"Yes, it’s your father who loves you deeply." Atlas's gaze was serious.

After staring at him for a long while, I timidly reached out and held his hand. His bones were prominent, covered only by a thin layer of translucent skin, revealing the bones and delicate blood vessels underneath.

"Dad," I called out softly, choking up instantly.

He remained silent and deeply asleep.

Suddenly, a doctor hurried in, holding a stack of reports. He spoke to Atlas in detail, then handed him a sheet of paper.

At that moment, Tristan rushed over. "Mrs. Chloe, Millard has woken up! But he doesn't look good, and he wants to see you."

I immediately let go of my father's hand, stood up, and followed Tristan out, heading straight for the emergency room.

He was using his life to express his remorse.

"Don't give up. You can do it. I'll call Anson right away." I turned to Tristan, who had entered with me. "Tristan, give me your phone."

"No, he won't... forgive me..." Millard's eyes were fixed on the phone in my hand, his gaze showing a strong desire.

Tristan quickly took out his phone and handed it to me. I quickly dialed Anson's number. It was late, and he must be resting by now.

The phone rang a few times before it was picked up. I spoke quickly to Anson. "Dad, it's me, Chloe. I’m sorry to disturb you, but there's something I need to do. I found Millard, and he saved us. Dad, he... wants to talk to you."

I phrased it this way preemptively, putting Millard's good deed first, fearing that Anson might not catch on. After all, I didn’t know about the grudges between them, and what I had said to Millard was just a strategy at the time. I hadn't had time to communicate with Anson, so I just made things up on the spot.

But right now, Millard was on the verge of death. He had saved us all, and I needed to fulfill his last wish.