Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. I never expected that Loak would run back with my father in those final moments. He had managed to do it amidst gunfire with heavy injuries as well.

I felt greatly indebted to him and I was determined to save him.

I stayed by his side with Anya while my father got in another helicopter. I wanted to see him properly, but I knew that Loak needed care more urgently.

Millard was also now unconscious. Tristan told me that he had shielded us with all his might, preventing the Non-Organization from catching up to us.

The final battle was fierce, and Millard had been shot multiple times.

"I didn't expect him to be so tough. He fought to the death against his subordinates and the Non-Organization. Without him, Navi's men would have been in chaos, and the reinforcements would have suffered casualties," Tristan said as he sat on the ground, looking at me. "What about Stella?" I still couldn't shake off my resentment toward that traitor.

Tristan shook his head. "I didn't notice her. The place was in ruins, and we had to guard against the Non-Organization's attack, so we didn't pay much attention to her. She had a leg injury, but it looked bad.

For some reason, I felt conflicted. Despite my intense hatred for her, I secretly wanted her to survive until we confirmed her true identity. I wanted to settle the score with her slowly.

Atlas and also I suspected that she might be the daughter of my adoptive parents. There must be a story behind whatever had happened to her.

The helicopter landed at the largest hospital in Trestlewood, stopping at the hospital's small square. The medical staff who were already waiting swiftly took Millard and Loak inside.

As I comforted Anya, I felt worried. Both of them didn't seem to be doing very well.

Atlas understood my feelings and reassured me. "Don't worry. I've contacted top experts from Foswood to come to Trestlewood to check on them. Once they get through the critical period, we'll bring them back to Foswood for treatment."

"Mr. Atlas, you must save my brother," Anya pleaded with Atlas, her eyes full of hope.

"I will." Atlas nodded firmly, comforting her.

"How's my father?" I asked Atlas. He had returned on the same helicopter as my father.

"He hasn't regained consciousness yet. They're conducting a thorough examination on him now." Atlas informed me. I had been by Anya's side all this time and hadn't had a chance to see my father. Worried, I asked, "Is his foot really beyond repair?"

"It depends on what the experts say. I've arranged for top specialists to fly directly to Trestlewood. They should arrive soon. As soon as Loak's condition stabilizes, we'll return to Foswood." Atlas had everything arranged in an orderly manner, which relieved me.

"Why hasn't he regained consciousness?" I asked, feeling anxious. "Is something wrong?"

"He's a person of interest in various factions. There's no immediate threat to his life, but we can't stay in Trestlewood for long." Atlas looked at me, and we understood each other without words.

Cane's arm wounds had been treated, and he walked over with Tristan. I didn't see Dylan. "Where's Dylan?" I asked Cane.

"He stayed behind to handle the aftermath," Cane replied.

"Go and see Mr Rory, Mrs. Chloe. It's all my fault, stopped you from taking care of Mr. Rory," Anya said cautiously. "Oh, and my brother said Ms. Stella gave Mr. Rory the

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injection. After that, he passed out."

"Stella?" Atlas and I exchanged a glance, and suddenly, everything made sense.

After consoling Anya, I followed Atlas to see my father.

This was the first time I had seen my biological father. From the moment I received news of him, I had stayed by Loak's side. I had also chosen to be on the same helicopter as Anya on the return flight.

After all, those siblings had risked their lives to save my father. I couldn't abandon them. From now on, they were my family.

But as I stepped into his hospital room and my gaze fell on the figure lying on the bed, I nearly broke down.