Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The patient had seen many people before, but the doctor had never encountered such a situation, and was scared silly, nodding his head tremulously.

This man seemed to have a significant background, not someone he could handle casually.

The doctor didn’t dare offend him and could only speak softly: ”This is a matter between you two as husband and wife, discuss it properly, just discuss it properly...”

Atlas Hallow had an expression of disdain, as if there was nothing to discuss, saying, ”Just take it out.”

The doctor pointed at the operating room beside them, indicating that Charlotte Miller should follow her inside.

Things had reached such a point that Charlotte felt embarrassed to make it difficult for the doctor any further, so she reluctantly followed the doctor inside.

This was probably the first time something like this had happened since this private hospital began offering this service. The contraceptive injection, just implanted within her body an hour ago, now had to be removed immediately.

Atlas Hallow sat in the office, a cold smile on his lips, watching the door to the operating room close. He had no need to go inside, because he was certain neither the doctor nor Charlotte would dare to cause any trouble.

Inside the operating room where no one else was present, Charlotte pleaded quietly with the doctor, ”Dr. Cox, I have something to ask of you, but it will absolutely not make things difficult for you, please just help me...” Charlotte approached the female doctor’s cheek and whispered softly.

In a couple of days, it would be her danger period, she had to avoid this man, she didn’t want any possibility of pregnancy falling upon her.

After a short while, the injection was removed, but Charlotte’s arm was still covered with a beauty plaster. When she came out after changing, her face appeared paler and weaker.

Atlas Hallow looked at her; her petite and soft body seemed a bit stiff and was trembling slightly.

He took off his own suit jacket and draped it over Charlotte’s shoulders.

The female doctor walked over and saw this scene. Actually, this man was tall and handsome, impeccable in appearance, wearing an expensive custom suit. This man had everything going for him in every aspect, why wouldn’t this woman want to bear his child?

She sighed inwardly, thinking the child born of them would be stunning, regardless of which genes they inherited.

The thoughts churned within her, and the doctor swallowed nervously, looking at Charlotte’s pale face with a sense of pity – this girl really was pitiful.

So she resolved to help Charlotte.

And what she said was indeed true, as she didn’t speak to Atlas Hallow, but nodded at Charlotte, gesturing for her to sit down, then took a sheet of paper from the office desk and wrote a prescription, handing it to Charlotte.

”This painkiller, if you still feel pain, take some, but don’t take too much. Also, you’ve just had a miscarriage, so avoid sexual intercourse for a while, as it is not good for you. You have slight tears on your lower body, and you should be extra careful about them. Young couples often can’t restrain themselves, but there is plenty of time in the future, taking care of your health now is the priority.” After speaking, she handed the sheet of paper to Charlotte.

Charlotte looked at the doctor, feeling so grateful she almost wanted to cry.

The doctor really had helped her tremendously; she had never wanted to thank a stranger so much as she did at that moment.

After all, since the doctor had said so, Atlas Hallow probably wouldn’t make things difficult for her again. At least for the next period, she should be able to live a bit more relaxed, without worrying constantly.

Once this period was over, she would find a way, and if all else failed during the dangerous period, she would secretly take medication. She had to leave this man in the shortest time possible, otherwise, she would truly go mad.

Sometimes once a person falls into obsession, they only want to hurry away, never discovering certain truths. This was how Charlotte Miller was, and how Atlas Hallow was too.

Her petite body wrapped within his suit jacket, the jacket was too large for her, almost reaching her knees, making her look somewhat ludicrously funny.

Yet Charlotte really felt a bit cold, clutching the suit jacket as she settled into the backseat of the car, then closed her eyes, wanting to think of nothing more.

Atlas Hallow instructed the driver to go back by himself, while he drove the car with Charlotte in a different direction.

She didn’t care where he intended to take her; is it possible he would kill her and dispose of the body?

Charlotte quietly curled up in the backseat, closed her eyes, and gradually drifted into slumber...