The gentle Atlas Hallow is the true poison, and he is resolutely marching toward his death.
In another building not far from the apartment, Hailey Hill stood by the window with her phone, standing like a statue for a long time.
Doesn't Atlas Hallow's guilt prevent her from doing whatever she wants?
He's not even answering the phone?
What could he be doing on such a night? She didn't even dare imagine, imagine him being with Charlotte Miller.
Isn't it normal for men and women to enjoy each other's company? Especially since they are newlyweds, apart from this reason, she couldn't think of why Atlas Hallow wouldn't answer her call.
This is her sorrow; even if she cut a deep wound on her hand, she still couldn't win back his heart, right?
Perhaps she never had it because Atlas Hallow never told her he loved her, not even said he liked her.
