Chapter 27

If Daisy wants to change something, she must ask the other man's opinion because he is the owner of this room. Daisy felt tired so she changed into normal clothes and took a good nap until the afternoon. In the quiet small house behind the Atlas villa, he looked at the black wall with only a vortex in front of him, and then he locked himself in that vortex, forever struggling to escape. Some invisible force pulled him back, he could only cling to it and let it control him. Atlas was angry, his hands clenched the sides of the wheelchair. He wanted to stand up, but he was powerless to stand up. As soon as he lifted himself, he immediately fell to the floor. How many times had that happened? He couldn't remember, the more he tried the more he failed. "Why is this happening, why can't I stand up? What do I need these useless legs for?" Atlas kept wondering, wouldn't it be better to cut off these legs and not have to look at them anymore? His hands kept punching his thighs, but no matter ho