Clara had driven up to the charming little house, setting the meals she brought on the coffee table. Seeing Z napping soundly, she felt a wave of relief.
She gently nudged him awake. "Hey, get up and eat something. Then you can go back to sleep. I'm going to be here every day for the next three days, and if you don't get at least ten hours of sleep, I'll be upset."
His fever had finally broken, and he slowly sat up.
Clara turned her back politely. "Alright, I'm not looking. But turn on that small lamp next to you; you can't eat in the dark."
He reached out, grabbed her hand, and leaned over to switch on the small lamp.
The light was dim but just enough to illuminate the meal.
With one hand holding hers, he slowly fed himself with the other. The red bead bracelets on their wrists dangled and touched, creating a cozy, indescribable warmth.
For the next three days, Clara really did visit twice a day, trying her best not to leave at night.
On the fourth day, just as she was about to head over again, she got a call from Sarah.
Clara had deleted Sarah's number ages ago, so she didn't realize it was her when she answered.
But Sarah wasted no time dropping a bombshell.
"I'm pregnant with your brother's child."
Clara thought she must have misheard. After taking a moment to collect herself, she chuckled, "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"
Sarah, however, was brimming with confidence, standing right outside Ryan's room.
"Clara, I'm serious. I'm right outside Ryan's room. I've told him, but the guards won't let me in. You've been here, so you know I was the one taking care of him before."
Thinking back to Ryan's guilty and hesitant demeanor when she visited, Clara felt a pang in her chest and drove straight over.
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