Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240 The Strange Previous Injury

realized I was in the hospital when I awoke.

“Are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?” An attractive voice sounded, and I turned to see Atlas.

“How did I end up here?” I asked weakly. My memory of recent events was hazy.

He pressed the call button, and the doctor entered to reexamine me. He asked, “Do you feel any

discomfort?”

“No, I’m just exhausted and want to sleep,” I replied.

Dylan entered with a large paper bag and said, “Doctor, here are her X–rays. Please take a look.”

The doctor examined several X–ray films and asked me, “Miss, how long ago did you break your

collarbone?”

I stared at the doctor in disbelief and asked, “Are you talking about me?”

“Yes, from the X–rays, you have an old collarbone fracture. You should be careful with that area as it’s

prone to issues. Besides that, you’re fine. Thankfully, the car wasn’t going too fast, so there was no major

harm. You can just go home and rest.”

The doctor’s words shocked me. I tried to explain, I’ve never had a bone fracture before.”

My words surprised the doctor, who smiled, saying, “These are the X–ray films taken earlier. Mr. Atlas

feared you injured your neck and told us to give you a full body check–up. We can easily spot these

fractures on the films.”

It was strange because I don’t remember getting a fracture.

I opened my eyes and struggled to remember what had happened, but everything was blurry.

“Thank you,” I said, forcing a weak smile. I felt even more embarrassed. I couldn’t escape Atlas’s watchful

eyes whenever I was most vulnerable. It was uncanny

“I want to go home,” I said, looking at Atlas.

He appeared calm as usual. He suggested, genuinely concerned, “How about staying here for observation tonight?”

After some thought, I replied, “No, my family is waiting for me at home. They’ll worry. I just need to go home and get a good night’s sleep.

“Then I’ll drive you home,” Atlas said calmly.

I didn’t argue and sat up. I glanced out the window and realized it was already late at night. During the drive, Atlas told me he had sent my car for repairs and advised me to rest for a few days.

At the entrance of my home, I thanked him and exited the car. Once again, I faced the door. There was a time when I eagerly awaited his return, but now, he wouldn’t even bother entering.

I didn’t look back to express any lingering sentiments or goodbyes. After all, I needed to learn to let go. Otherwise, I would only end up hurting myself.