The wound was somewhat deep and long, requiring more than a dozen stitches to finish. Rogers was an excellent doctor, and his stitching was clean and neat.
After the wound was sutured, Atlas Hallow stood up and walked over to Charlotte Miller, gazing gently at the little girl in her arms, his voice low and pleasant, "I'm leaving now, I'll come to see her tomorrow."
He was in a disheveled state now, and he didn't want his daughter to see him like this for the first time.
He stayed because he promised to bring Mia back safely to Charlotte. Now he had done it.
"Thank you..." Charlotte's lips moved slightly, softly saying these two words of thanks.
Atlas Hallow's handsome face turned pale, and the pain in his heart was more intense than when the needle pierced his skin.
