Clara raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "Why are you so certain about this?"
Simon gazed into her eyes, feeling a strange satisfaction. It had been ages since Clara had listened to him with such patience.
"Clara, even though I'm pretty full of myself, I know my skills aren't on par with those shrewd folks from big families. The fact that I've picked up some clues here means something. The person behind this might be a rookie, leaving traces because they're not used to doing this kind of thing. Your accident, the coma that followed—it was obviously an attempt on your life. I'll look into the driver's background to see if he's some long-lost criminal."
Hearing this, Clara realized Simon had genuinely been putting in the effort on the investigation these past few days.
"Thank you."
Simon's eyes lit up with happiness. He felt a wave of joy, thinking that even lying in bed right now was totally worth it!
"You should get some rest. I'll dig into the driver's history quickly, and once we catch him, we'll find out who's pulling the strings."
"Okay."
Clara got up and left. As she stepped out of the hospital, she yawned, her eyes watering from exhaustion.
But as soon as she settled into her car, she sensed someone in the backseat.
A chill ran down her spine. Just as she was about to turn around, a searing kiss caught her off guard.
Her car was parked under a sprawling oak tree, its thick branches casting shadows that enveloped the vehicle. But she knew who it was—Z.
She raised a hand to push him away, but his kiss only grew more determined.
"You lied to me."
His voice was a mix of anger and hurt, as if he wanted to drown her in his emotions.
Clara's heart raced. Wasn't he supposed to be living alone in that rundown cottage? Why was he suddenly here?
"Z, I can barely breathe. Let me go."
But he didn't let her go, instead pulling her from the front seat to the back, holding her tightly.
Clara could feel his body trembling slightly, clearly from anger.
It seemed he was really upset this time.
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