Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 440 - 240 It’s always in your hand (10,000+)_3

After taking a long breath, her swollen eyes were filled with anxiety as she asked Rogers: "What’s wrong with Mia?"

"She’s fine, I just checked, she’s just fallen asleep. She’ll be fine after eating something when she wakes up." Rogers looked at Charlotte with deep apology and said: "Charlotte, I’m sorry..."

"Don’t say that, Rogers." Charlotte gently shook her head, no one wanted this to happen, and if it weren’t for Rogers, Mia might not have survived at all.

Charlotte stood up, looked at her mommy, and softly asked, "Where’s Luna? Is she okay?"

"She’s upstairs taking a bath and changing clothes. Charlotte, such a big thing happened, why didn’t you tell Mommy?" Freya Morgon walked over and patted Charlotte’s shoulder, her tone was reproachful yet full of reluctance and care.

Finally Charlotte’s gaze fell on Atlas Hallow sitting on the sofa, his black shirt was torn and a large part was exposed, without having time to change. Sitting there quietly like a cold and ghostly soul, even his breath was so light it was almost imperceptible. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The wound on his shoulder had split open, revealing blood-red flesh, with some blood clots congealed on the wound. He must have lost a lot of blood, but you couldn’t tell from the black shirt.

As she approached him, the scent of blood in the air became more pronounced.

"You’re hurt?" Charlotte stood in front of Atlas, looked at the wound and frowned, wondering how he got hurt so badly.

"It’s nothing..." Atlas’s profound gaze remained on Mia, she was so small and soft, asleep in Rogers’s arms.

He was covered in blood, so he didn’t dare to reach out and hug her, afraid that the stench of blood would taint her. She was his daughter, the purest presence in the world, and her life can’t even be touched by a drop of blood.

"Charlotte, you hold Mia, I’ll stitch Mr. Hallow up." Rogers always had a first-aid kit in his car, and looking at Atlas’s wound, a few stitches were definitely necessary, the wound was too big.

Charlotte nodded, walked over and gently took Mia into her arms, sat on the sofa, and pulled the shawl over to cover Mia.

Mia had a habit that when she was held while sleeping, she could sleep for a long time.

This was probably because she was weak when she was a child, so she and her mommy would always take turns holding her, and even now it had to be this way.

Rogers took his first-aid kit from the car outside, opened a small box, washed his hands, and put on gloves, taking up a curved suture needle.

"No anesthesia." When Atlas saw Rogers pick up the anesthetic, he said in a low voice.

Rogers didn’t say anything either, preparing to start the disinfection before stitching.

Charlotte’s face turned pale as she watched Atlas, he sat on the sofa not too far from her, elegantly unbuttoning his shirt, one by one until his well-built chest was exposed.

He took off the shirt, revealing skin dyed with several dried-up brown blood stains, his bare upper body’s wounds looked even more gruesome.

Charlotte’s clear gaze trembled a bit, she dared not look anymore.

The washed wound was somewhat pale, Rogers took up the suture needle and started skilled operations.

When the needle hooked into his flesh, the sharp pain stimulated his nerves.

He needed this pain to mask his almost maddened heart.

Just now, when Rogers asked Charlotte to hold Mia, and offered to stitch him up, that feeling was really indescribably awful.

Atlas Hallow kept pondering one question, he clearly loved her so much, clearly tried so hard to keep her by his side, and yet he continually pushed her into another’s arms. The way Rogers spoke just now really made it seem like he, Charlotte, and that little angel were a family, while he was merely an accidental intruder.

The whole Miller Family seemed to have traces of Rogers, Rogers was very familiar with the Millers, yet he was like an unintended intruder.

Wasn’t it all originally his fault?

Handing over his woman and child to another man’s care, how awful it felt, this suffocating emotion in Atlas’s chest was about to erupt.

So he used the pain from not taking anesthesia to calm himself.

He disliked it, wasn’t used to it, and couldn’t accept that there was another man beside her...