I supported her, since she still seemed fragile. Finn quickly stepped forward, stooped down, and lifted her. She was startled and looked at me in panic, shouting, "Chlo..."

I hurriedly approached and held her hand, "Don't be nervous. He carried you out to save you. Don't worry. You can trust him!"

Beatrice seemed a little reluctant to look at Finn. He had already started to step outside.

The dishes were set in the dining room, and Atlas came downstairs.

When Atlas saw Finn place Beatrice at the dining table, he walked over slowly, looked at me, and gently said, "Not bad. I believe you'll recover soon."

Beatrice stared at Atlas, but it was with a kind of unfamiliarity and speculation, not the usual greed and longing that women had when looking at Atlas.

I quickly smiled at Beatrice and said, "Beatrice, this is my husband, Atlas. A lot has happened in my life during these ten years. I'll slowly tell you what happened. You need to get well soon."

Beatrice nodded, then smiled sligh