He urgently called out to me, "Chloe, I miss Ava."

This sentence made me both sad and angry.

I turned slowly and looked at Matthew on the bed with a sense of detachment. "Then you need to act like a man even more. Your previous actions have already had a huge impact on her. She's been mocked and beaten in kindergarten, and her injuries haven't healed yet. Reflect on what you've brought to her."

I paused for a moment. "You need to be a real man so she can be proud of you one day. You still have a lot to do.”

I looked at Atlas, who had been by my side all along. At this moment, I was truly moved. He was my pillar and support. It was this man who carried all the burden for Ava and I.

"Atlas, let's go," I whispered softly.

Atlas nodded, held my hand, and we walked out together. I heard a sobbing sound behind me, followed by loud wailing.

The two cops rushed in, afraid that he might do something again.

Once outside the ward, I suddenly felt much lighter. During breakfast, I forced a