Brodie could sense the inevitable coming. There was a hint of concern in his voice. “Aren’t you afraid of facing even greater dangers back home?”
Clara shook her head with resolve, her voice steady. “I won’t let Sasha bear the consequences for me alone. I owe it to her to seek justice.”
Brodie had known Clara’s temperament since they were kids. She was usually gentle and compliant, but once her dander was up, nobody could hold her back.
He let out a resigned sigh, “Alright then. Let’s get you to the hospital.”
Two hours later, Clara pushed open the door to Sasha’s hospital room. Instead of finding Sasha, her gaze fell upon Ian’s tall, lean figure.
His face was pale, and his eyes were sunken. There was a look of unprecedented concern etched between his noble brows.
He walked over to Clara and wrapped his arms around her, his voice a whisper of velvet tenderness. “Don’t worry. Sasha’s out of danger. It’s just a broken leg.”
Clara, taken aback, questioned, “Wasn’t it said she was in a coma?”
Ian leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. His voice was raspy with emotion. “I’m sorry, Clara. I couldn’t let you leave alone with our child, the fruit of our love, the result of sleepless nights of passion. You can’t do this to me.”
It was only then that Clara realized she had been played by Ian. He had spread fake news just to force her back.
Tears clouded Clara’s vision as she looked at him. Her voice was shaking uncontrollably. “Ian, do you realize that it should have been me lying here? They were after my life and our child’s.”
“I know, and I’ve got people on it. We’ll have answers soon. This time, no matter who it is, I won’t let them get away,” Ian assured her while gently rubbing her back.
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