Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Everyone could see that it was Loak, who had been missing all this time. He seemed to be smiling lightly.

By now, Cane and Dylan had reached them. Together, they lifted the man off Loak's back, exclaiming loudly, "It's Mr. Rory! It's him!" Joy surged in my heart. "Dad!"

As I was about to rush over, I saw Loak collapse.

"Loak!" Anya's crying voice echoed.

Stunned, I looked at the man they had brought down and then at the fallen Loak. My first instinct was to rush to Loak's side.

Atlas came over to check on Loak's injuries. I saw that he was wounded in the abdomen and chest. Blood was still oozing out from his wounds.

"Loak. Wake up." I tapped his face gently. He was terribly pale now, indicating his severe injuries.

Anya sobbed uncontrollably, kneeling beside me and pleading, "Mrs. Chloe, save my brother. Please save him."

"Atlas, we need to save Loak." I looked at Atlas.

Atlas got up and checked on them. Then, he took out his phone and made a call before he gave instructions to everyone. "We need to return now. If we carry them out of here, we might not be able to save him in time. Loak is badly injured too." "Understood." Everyone moved without hesitation, and Cane immediately lifted Rory.

I couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief as I saw how my dad, who was unconscious, had been brought back by Loak.

Another follower came forward to carry Loak.

Cane glanced at all our followers. "We'll cover them as they retreat. Make sure no one gets left behind."

They roared in agreement, ready to sacrifice themselves if necessary.

Just then, some people ran out from the small door. They were dressed like Namen. Just as everyone

was about to open fire, they shouted something, pointing inside

Cane quickly stopped our followers. "Hold on!"

Moments later, Tristan and another guard emerged, carrying someone between them, struggling to get out.

I squinted and saw the person covered in blood-it was Millard. I gasped. "Millard? Has he been injured?"

I hurried over and saw that Tristan, who was also covered in blood, was supporting him.

"Tristan..." I looked at them in shock.

"It's not my blood, it's Millard's. The place collapsed. Some people couldn't make it out, and many Non-Organization people are still inside." "Collapsed?" I turned to Atlas. "If it's collapsed, what do we do? We can't go back, and their injuries can't wait..."

Atlas surveyed the terrain, pointed to

a relatively flat area, and said to

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Cane, "Go there. Find a way to get through from there. I've already notified them to pick us up in helicopters. We need to act fast."

Everyone followed Atlas's orders and hurried in that direction. I held Anya's hand as I moved.

My high heels were hindering my progress on the road.

Atlas took off his coat, tearing it in half with his knife. Then, he removed my high heels and wrapped my feet tightly. That felt much better. Everyone shielded me and Anya as we ran toward the flat area.

At that moment, I had forgotten all about my exhaustion. I just wanted to leav

this place as quickly al?

possible and save Loak and Millard. That was my greatest wish.

So I ran with all my might, disregarding my disheveled appearance.

By the time we reached the flat area, two helicopters had arrived. We boarded them immediately, taking off and heading straight for Trestlewood.