“That’s impossible!”
Atlas shoved Kaylee away, paying no mind as she fell to the floor. He was consumed with desperation and still frantically trying to stand. “I need to see her need to see Ember!”
No matter how hard he tried, his injured legs gave out gain and again, leaving him collapsing to the ground. Blood was seeping from his wounds, staining the floor.
Kaylee helped him back onto the bed with tears brimming in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, Atlas, don’t do this to yourself. Seeing you in so much pain makes me feel terrible, too.
“At least… At least, Ember is still alive. As long as we try, there’s hope she’ll wake up.
“Please, calm down, won’t you?”
Hearing her words, Atlas forced himself to take a breath, and his chaotic emotions gradually settled. He immediately called for his bodyguards.
“I’m going back to the Ferguson residence–quickly!
“I heard emotional stimulation can help wake patients in a vegetative state. If I can find things Ember left behind, it might bring her back.”
With the bodyguards‘ help, Atlas returned to the Ferguson residence.
The moment he stepped inside, he noticed something was off.
The pink cat–shaped doormat Ember had bought was gone, now replaced by an ordinary brown one. The coffee table that was once adorned with flower arrangements Ember carefully trimmed, now stood bare. He pushed open the door to Ember’s room, only to find it completely empty. It was as though no one had ever lived there.
The plush toy Ember always hugged when she slept, the perfume she frequently used on her vanity, and the potted plants she lovingly tended on the windowsill–everything was gone.
It was as if she had never existed.
Atlas‘ eyes widened in shock. His voice boomed as he turned to the housekeeper. “What’s going on here? Where are Ember’s belongings? Who gave you permission to touch her things?”
“It was Mr. Ferguson and
The housekeeper flinched under his sudden anger, and stammered nervously Mrs. Ferguson’s orders. Mrs. Ferguson told us to burn everything Ms. Sloane left behind.”
Atlas‘ hands that were resting on his knees clenched tightly. Even his knuckles turned white. ” Everything?”
The housekeeper’s evasive gaze confirmed his worst fears.
Bloodshot veins crawled across Atlas‘ eyes as he slammed a fist into the doorframe with a loud crack. Why? Why did they hate Ember so much?
