"Speak your piece."
"If I can concoct the antidote, push back the poison coursing through Emmett's veins, you'll go with me. You won't ever see him again. No matter how he seeks you out, whether he uncovers the truth or remains in the dark about who you really are, you'll go with me. You and the child within you—my child—they stay with me. Can you promise me that?"
His gaze lingered on Clara's belly, lips pursed ever so slightly. "Can you promise?"
"I promise."
She had made up her mind on her way over. Even her life was a price she was willing to pay if it meant saving Emmett, if it meant buying him more time.
Hearing her words, Elio didn't know whether to rejoice or grieve...
Clara had agreed to be with him, yes, but why couldn't he shake off this hollow feeling?
How was he any different from the lowlifes and thugs he despised?
He had wanted so desperately to tell Clara that the child was Emmett's, that nothing had happened between them that night.
But the words wouldn't come. He hesitated, vacillating...
Because this was his only shot at a lifetime with Clara. If he let this go, whether he came to regret it or not, he'd never get another chance like this.
...
Leah paced anxiously within the Melendez Mansion, clueless about Clara's situation.
As time ticked by with no sign of Clara, it was Sophia who returned first.
Surprised to find Leah in the courtyard, Sophia asked, "What are you doing out here?"
Firstly, to clear Emmett's mind of any uncertainty.
Secondly, to confirm her own suspicions—for this concerned her grandsons.
Since Leah's arrival, she had been too caught up in playing matchmaker to verify Leah's identity.
Emmett's reminder was a wake-up call.
Sophia quietly pushed open the door to Leah's room, which was tidy, with every item placed just so.
She stepped inside, making her way to the bed.
Leah had cleaned up well; not a single strand of hair was out of place.

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