Julian approached. Seeing Clara's pale complexion, his brows knit together. "Where does it hurt? Tell me, hmm?"
Such a gentle tone...
Clara's eyes shifted. Staring at him blankly, her hand pressed against her stomach, she desperately wanted to ask him:
Had he forgotten how ruthlessly he acted in the organizer's conference room just a little while ago? Had he forgotten every single way he had betrayed her?
Clara's lips twitched upward into an utterly cynical smile.
Her churning stomach forced her to hunch forward again.
Fighting through the pain, she muttered weakly, "Leave. I don't need you."
Julian frowned, leaning down to grip her shoulders.
He ignored her dismissal, his voice laced with concern. "Is your stomach acting up again? I'll go get you registered to see a doctor."
Clara's lips pressed into a hard line. After a moment of silence, she turned her head, her eyes slightly red as she looked at him, desperately wanting to say something...
Suddenly, a phone rang.
Clara's gaze flickered down to his pocket.
Clearly anxious about whoever was on the other end, Julian didn't even try to hide it as he answered immediately.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Lowell, Ms. Shaw is in terrible pain. Did you get the medicine?"
Julian furrowed his brow slightly, shooting a glance at Clara.
Clara knew it would be like this.
Fortunately, she had never expected him to stay by her side.
With no hope, came no disappointment!
Clara pressed hard against her stomach, a mocking smile on her face. "You better hurry back to her, or else something might happen!"
"Also, please don't speak to me in that tone anymore, Mr. Lowell! We have absolutely nothing to do with each other now!"


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