Clara felt a warm glow in her heart. "I miss you too. Have you been wearing those slippers I got you?"
"Yeah, I have."
They shared a few more sweet words before she hung up. She was really worn out now and just wanted to head home and get some sleep. Tomorrow, she had a meeting at the Dawson Corporation for a project, and she couldn't help but wonder how Jackson planned to make things difficult for her this time.
She made her way to Simon's hospital room, and that's when she truly saw the extent of his injuries. Some were old scars from the last time the Ferguson family had punished him, but many were fresh wounds from the latest ordeal.
From his neck down to his waist, there was barely an inch of skin untouched, showing just how harshly he'd been treated. And yet, he'd still managed to drag himself over to the Ferguson Corporation to see her?
In that moment, Clara's resentment towards him melted away. At the end of the day, he was just a spoiled young man, unaccustomed to hardship, easily influenced by what others said.
She turned to the doctor, "Are all his wounds taken care of? Is he out of danger?"
The doctor wiped the sweat off his brow. "We've treated them, but this young man is incredibly reckless. If we're not careful, he sneaks off, and the nurses looking after him have been scolded by Mrs. Pan multiple times. Ms. Clara, if he'll listen to anyone, it'll be you. Please talk to him. Infections are no joke, and if he gets tetanus, it'll be a real problem."
Clara gave a small smile. "Alright, I'll have a word with him tomorrow."
Just as she finished speaking, Simon woke up, his eyes a bit dazed.
"Clara, don't go. I've got something to tell you."
Ever since she lost her memory, Clara found him quite annoying, but seeing him so weak now, any anger she had just faded away.
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