Clara gave a small nod, looking over at Naomi.
Naomi got to her feet. "I should get going, Clara... thanks for holding up the Bradford Corporation."
Since Clara had addressed her by her first name, Naomi felt a bit awkward about using any affectionate nicknames for Clara now.
Listening to Naomi's hesitations stirred something bittersweet in Clara's heart. It was as if a wave of emotion washed over her, leaving her speechless. So, she just nodded again.
Naomi headed out, with Sarah eagerly escorting her to the door.
Now it was just Clara and Ryan in the room.
With Clara's forgiveness, Ryan was bouncing back quickly. "Clara, I've read all the books on the shelf. I'm really trying my best. You can quiz me anytime, and if there's something I don't get, I'll work it out. Please, don't leave me alone here. It feels like the whole world has turned its back on me."
Clara reached over and ruffled his hair. "I'm sorry."
Ryan's lip trembled, and then he broke down, crying hard.
He'd been bottling up his feelings for too long. He just wanted to help out his childhood friend Quinn, and everything spiraled from there. Clara, who used to be so caring, had sent him away without a second thought and refused to see him.
With their dad gone and their mom joining a convent, his world had flipped upside down in no time.
He couldn't figure out what he'd done wrong, suffering through the meds and the mental turmoil, feeling like he was losing it.
Now that Clara was talking to him again, his fears eased, and tears poured down like a leaky faucet.
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