Celine's face darkened as she sat some distance away. Her posture was rigid, and her eyes were gleaming with chilling intensity.

When I saw Celine, I knew it was Atlas inside the emergency room.

I glanced at the tightly shut door of the emergency room, silently praying that everything would be alright.

"What's this? Weren't you making a fuss about coming over?" Celine's tone was icy, and her hawk-like eyes remained fixed on me.

I took a deep breath and bit my lip before approaching her.

"When did his well-being become your business?" Celine's words were cutting.

"My apologies, Mrs. Celine. I only wanted to know if Atlas was alright. Is he seriously injured?" I struggled to keep my tone even.

"His condition is none of your concern. This is an internal matter for the Pierce family."

My tone turned equally sharp. "Are you suggesting that even friends are not allowed in? Can’t someone outside the family care about his well-being?"

"Such insolence! How dare you talk to me like thi