No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 

Anders took Clara to see a psychiatrist. After a battery of tests, it 

revented Can 

had suffered from severe depression. Her liness was tiggered by st855 AM someone she shouldn’t have. 

Thinking about Clare’s past ordeals brought moisture to Ander eyes. Me pred DU NA phone and dialed a number, “Big D, I need you to look into a woman named Victonat 

Two hours later, Anders was facing Victone. She was tied up, a black Minded her eyes, and she was cursing nonstop. 

Anders stood to the side, smoking a cigarette, silently observing her. This woman was the cause of Clara’s years of pain. It was because of her that Clare had considered suic multiple times. 

How cruel must one be to drive their own daughter to the brink and feed no remorwi 

With these thoughts, Anders felt as if his heart was bleeding. 

He stubbed out his cigarette and turned to Big D with an order. “Hit her where it hurts, but don’t kill her.” 

At his command, Big D’s men began their assault, raining down punches and kits Victoria howled in pain, begging on her knees. In the end, her face was swollen beyond recognition, blood dribbling from her mouth. Her body was covered in bruises, her aten dislocated, and her thigh bone fractured. She lay on the ground, groaning like a dying dog. 

Anders watched her emotionlessly and paid in a cold voice, “Take her to your base, and don’t let her take a single step outside.” 

It was the best solution he could think of. He couldn’t kill her after all, she was Clara’s birth mother. But he could make sure she never appeared in Clara’s life again. 

Big D nodded and ordered his men to carry out the order. 

After spending two days in the hospital, Clara hadn’t received one phone call from lan. 

Standing by the window, she looked out at the glittering nightscape and laughed mockingly at herself. The summer evening breeze, cool from a recent downpour, sobered 

her. 

What was she even expecting from lan now? She was nothing more than a pet he’d keep close, to cuddle when pleased and to cast aside without a second thought when not. 

There were no real feelings, let alone trust. 

Clara traced the number ‘99‘ on the glass with her finger. Staring at the digits, her eyes 

started to moisten. If she hadn’t met lan back then and hadn’t fallen for him. If fate hadn’t Intertwined their paths again three years ago, maybe her life would be more exciting than 

It was now. 

When Anders walked in, he was greeted by her solitary, forlorn figure. A sad smile tugged at his lips as he said softly, “I brought you some crab cakes and butterscotch pudding. Eat them while they’re still warm.” 

Only then did Clara turn around, forcing a smile onto her face. “Anders, I’d like to see Marco.” 

He was surprised. “He’s still at the hotel. You need him for something?” 

“I want to talk to him about transitioning into the legal field as soon as possible.”