Ava Walker had never seen this side of Atlas Hallow.
All these years, he indulged her every demand, and she thought it was because he had some affection for her, but now it seemed she had been naive.
Ava stood rigidly in front of the table, feeling as if her whole body was seized by an invisible giant hand, unable to move.
She knew she needed to run, but her body was immobilized by immense fear, and she couldn't even scream for help.
This time, she had truly touched Atlas Hallow's deadly nerve, staring in terror as he walked up to her.
Atlas Hallow's eyes no longer held a trace of warmth, his fingertips still carried a woman's scent, along with that delicate and resilient touch—it was supposed to be a beautiful night, but it had been completely ruined by this ungrateful woman in front of him.
He picked up the box of medicine on the table, his long fingers deftly opened the box and took out a few pills. Ava had already begun trembling all over, his intention was more than clear.
