Wren's eyes suddenly brightened, and he immediately turned to Clara with a glimmer of hope in his gaze. "Clara, are you concerned about me?"
"No," Clara quickly denied. "I just don't want to owe you anything. Besides, you got sick because you were trying to save me. If anything happens because of that, I don't want to feel guilty."
The light in Wren's eyes dimmed, and the hopefulness turned into a faint self-mockery.
As expected, she didn't care. What was he really hoping for? Did he expect that if he regretted his actions, Clara would forgive him? Or did he think if he did something for her, she would soften her heart for him?
She wouldn't.
The Clara he had shaped would never be swayed by such a thing. She wouldn't forgive anyone just because of this.
Even he himself couldn't forgive the things he had done. It was only right that Clara couldn't forgive him, either.
But deep down, he still held onto a faint, misguided hope and expectation.
Wren forced a bitter smile. He looked at Clara and gently said, "Alright, I'll listen to you. When we get back, I'll have the doctor come check on me. But Clara, we're family. No matter what I do for you, you don't need to feel indebted."
The word "family" hit Clara like a shock. For a moment, she felt dazed. She unconsciously grasped the end of her scarf, finding her emotions in turmoil.
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