No Strings Attached

After thanking the doctor, she briskly entered the hospital room.

Spotting Brodie, swathed in bandages, Clara felt a twinge of guilt and her eyes welled up with regret. "Mr. Brodie, you got hurt trying to save me. Whatever compensation you ask for, just name it. I'll make sure you get it."

Brodie glanced at Clara, then at lan standing behind her, whose face was etched with jealousy. A barely perceptible smirk danced in his eyes.

"I helped you because I wanted to. How could I possibly ask you for anything in return? But if you really feel indebted, then just agree to do me one favor."

He hadn't finished his sentence when lan pulled Clara into his embrace. His voice was rigid and icy. "I'll cover all your medical expenses. If you're willing, I'll bring over the best plastic surgeon from H-country to tend to your wounds, and I'll write you a check for whatever amount you deem fair. But don't you dare harbor any designs on her."

His gaze, his actions, his words, all proclaimed the same oath. She belonged with me!

an eyebrow and asked, "And who are you to her,

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for you to care for him. I'll send someone to look after

humble. His

but stifle a chuckle. Leaning over to Sasha, he whispered with a smirk, "If they both

Sasha blurted out, "Obviously Brodie. No one wants to be with their trashy ex, and Clara