Has Dylan's condition really gotten this bad?
If Dylan were to die because of her...
A chill ran down her spine, and she straightened up even more.
After kneeling for what felt like an eternity, she finally saw Aiden approaching, and her eyes lit up.
Aiden, still in his work clothes, quickly placed a pastry in front of her.
“Here, eat this.”
Clara wasn’t in the mood for food and quickly asked, “How’s Mr. Dylan? Hasn’t he woken up yet?”
“He’s up. Cedric’s giving him a lecture right now, so I can’t go in. Cedric got a real scare this time. There are a few others with him, and they’re probably going to be talking for a while. The boss’s phone has been taken away, and he might need to rest at home for a few days.”
Clara let out a sigh of relief. At least he was awake.
She felt a wave of regret wash over her. Dylan was such a good person, and yet, because of her...
Her eyes welled up with tears, and she sniffled.
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Aiden quickly cleared his throat.
“It’s not as bad as it seems. Mostly, it’s the boss worrying too much. You don’t know what he used to be like. He... well, it’s definitely not because of what he ate this time; this was just the trigger. He used to be really hard on himself, going days without eating, smoking, drinking. Trips to the hospital for bleeding were pretty common.”
Clara’s tears stopped instantly, surprised.
“Mr. Dylan had a rebellious streak?”
Aiden gave her a knowing look. “No one’s born an adult. The boss had his moments, like driving all night just to see someone.”
Clara felt a tug at her heart. Talking to Aiden eased her worries a bit.
But she really didn’t know Dylan well enough.
“And then? Did he ever meet the person?”
“He didn’t. Anyway, let’s drop it. Cedric’s coming down.”
He quickly turned and headed back into the hall.
Clara was really exhausted and starving. If she didn’t eat something soon, she might just faint.
So she quickly devoured the pastry Aiden brought, just as her phone buzzed.
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