Claire steadied herself, hesitating for a moment before mustering the courage to turn around and tentatively step forward.
One step, two steps, three...
Brian didn't follow, nor did he call out to her.
Claire's tightly wound nerves finally began to unwind.
She felt as if she had narrowly escaped a brush with death, and she dared not look back. Instead, she quickened her pace.
Watching her frail figure limping away, Brian couldn't help but call out softly, "Claire."
His voice was gentle, like a whisper on a spring breeze.
Claire didn't hear Brian at all. Ever since that incident when Adah hit her on the head, her hearing had worsened. Even her remaining ear occasionally betrayed her with bouts of deafness.
Seeing her continue without pause, Brian assumed she was avoiding him. But there were things he needed to say. Raising his voice, he called out, "Sean isn't an easy man. You'd be better off not marrying him."
Sean was a ruthless player in the business world. Without his iron grip, he could never control the vast empire of the Foster family.
The Fosters were a top-tier family. No, more accurately, they were a dynasty.
A family like that had countless rules, and Claire would never find happiness there.
Brian thought surely this time Claire would turn back, but she didn't.
Claire heard nothing. All she could hear was a persistent ringing in her ears.
She no longer cared about getting fresh air outside the hospital; all she wanted was to retreat to the safety of her room.
Brian stood there, watching her retreating figure, feeling as if an unbridgeable chasm had opened between them.
Yet the desire surging within him refused to accept that they would become strangers.
"Go after her!" a voice inside him urged. It seemed that if he let her go now, they would never cross paths again.
He desperately wanted to reach out to her.
But just then, his phone rang, halting his steps.
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