Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397 The Man Who Wanted to Kill Her

I couldn’t resist and stepped closer to the man. He had tanned skin, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. His appearance wasn’t bad, but his gaze had an underlying air of menace that sent shivers down my spine.

My sudden movement startled him, and he turned to look at me. I looked away and calmly asked, “Are

you done? I’m in a hurry, sorry.”

Yet I sensed his gaze intensifying on me. When the nurse handed over his prescription, he snatched the medicine and swiftly walked away. Meanwhile, I gave the nurse my prescription and discreetly watched

the man.

I saw him hurriedly heading toward the medicine collection counter. Although I could barely see his face last time, I knew he was one of the kidnappers. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have narrowed his eyes at me like

that.

When I received my medicine, I looked toward the collection counter but saw no one there. I overlooked

collecting my medicine and scanned the comers of the lobby. However, the man had vanished.

It seemed he had recognized me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have disappeared so quickly. Perhaps he was

hiding and observing me. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I dared not move. After all, I was

in the light, and he was in the shadows.

If memory served right, the man had gotten shot that night. I recalled how he had stabbed his knife fiercely toward me. One of Atlas’s men had shot the man, presumably injuring his wrist or arm.

That was how I escaped his clutches.

Atlas had been investigating the matter since then, but I wondered how the man could wander around Foswood like that. I thought Atlas’s men had caught the guy last time. Did he escape Atlas’s pursuit? After all, some time had passed, and things had calmed down.

I steadied my mind, collected my medicine, and hastily left the hospital. I sat in my car and observed the crowd coming and going from the hospital. However, I didn’t see the burly man anywhere.

I started the car and drove away, with the image of the snake tattoo flashing in my mind. The comparison between the two images–the position, pattern, and figure–matched.

No matter how I tried to calm myself, I couldn’t stop shaking. After all, someone who had tried to kill me had appeared before me. Also, I couldn’t ask Atlas anything.

kid is still too young for kindergarten, and Myra won’t be able to work for a while. I know your pressure is immense, Johnson. So don’t refuse because it’s only fair for me to offer you that. On the contrary, it’ll