"Yes..." When Atlas Hallow said this word, Charlotte Miller felt a deep hostility from him.
"What do you think I want? Figure it out, and I'll give you the phone to comfort your anxious mother." Atlas Hallow released Charlotte from his grip, then stood up and looked down at her, as if gazing at a slave at his feet.
"This is the only chance. If you don't want to make this call, I'll do it. Talking about your current situation might help her come back to see you sooner." Atlas Hallow stepped back a few paces, sat back on the sofa, and resumed a relaxed demeanor.
"You want another child?" As Charlotte Miller said this, her heart felt as though it had been pierced, blood flowing out vividly.
When she spoke these words, the pain was not only hers; it also hurt Atlas.
This had once been a forbidden topic, yet at this moment it was brought up again, causing mutual harm.
All he wanted was her, but this woman never understood.
