Clara sat on the hospital bed, her eyes flickering with a cold light as she heard those words.
"Are you done yelling?"
Eden, seeing Clara in such a sorry state, felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her.
"Not even close! Did you forget how pathetic you looked last night when I had you pinned down? Ha, there'll be plenty more times like that. You've got trouble now that I'm watching you. Just wait and see how I deal with you!"
She spoke with the smugness of a schoolyard bully.
Clara got off the bed, grabbed a cup nearby, and chucked it at Eden. Then, she picked up a chair and threw it too.
Eden, caught up in her gloating, didn't expect Clara to fight back, and she got hit hard, her vision going black as she nearly fainted.
Simon hadn't expected Clara to lash out either, especially not with such force.
"Clara! Calm down!"
But it was too late—the chair had already hit Eden square on the head.
Eden went pale and passed out right there.
The doctors, alerted to the commotion, rushed in and swiftly took Eden for emergency treatment.
Clara was still simmering with anger, feeling intensely unsettled, needing to let it out somehow.
But before she could act, Dylan hurried in, pushed by Aiden, who wore a stern expression. The two of them waited in the hallway.
Megan, seeing all this, nervously clung to Clara's arm.
"Clara, what do we do? Mr. Dylan looks really mad."
Clara knew Dylan cared a lot about Eden, but she hadn't thought he'd leave an important meeting to come.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run