Atlas cursed under his breath and pushed the wheelchair out the door. When he arrived at the main house, a person was standing there.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, brother? It’s rare to see you out.”

Dalziel held a cup of coffee in his hand, and he was a little surprised to see Atlas go out.

Atlas barely paid any attention to him and pushed the wheelchair a little faster. Seeing his attitude, Dalziel was a little interested and his eyes followed him ...