"The situation right now is as good as it gets. The government even offered to move Hugh to a better hospital and bring in some foreign experts for a consultation. But honestly, I'm well aware of Hugh's condition. We've exhausted every possible option. At this point, it's all up to fate whether he wakes up or not."
Clara glanced at the chart hanging on the door. The guy's name was Hugh, and he looked to be about twenty-five with incredibly handsome features. She couldn't quite figure out what her pre-amnesia self had to do with this man or why she was shelling out big bucks to keep him here.
Calix’s eyes were filled with such sincerity and gratitude that she couldn't bring herself to spill the real reason for her visit.
"I just dropped by to check in. Nothing else is on my agenda today. I'll be back later. Take care of yourself."
"Sure thing. You take care too. Eat something. You look like you could use it."
As Clara walked out of the hospital and headed back to her car, she heard someone trailing behind her.
Today, Simon was like a quiet little shadow, barely saying a word. Now, he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Who the heck is this Hugh? Clara, how many secrets are you keeping from me? Were you pretending to chase after me while getting tangled up with other guys? First Dylan, now Hugh? You're such a player!"
His accusatory tone left Clara feeling completely baffled. "Simon, do I need to remind you? You're about to get married. We've already had our talk, and it's time for both of us to move on."
Simon slammed his hand against the car door. "If it was all just an act, then our talk meant nothing! I swear, once I get to the bottom of things, we'll settle this."
His eyes were bloodshot as if he'd been seriously rattled.
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