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What lan didn't realize was that the moment he plunged off the cliff, her heart shattered along with him.

During the agonizing wait for rescue, it felt like she had lived through a century. She whispered lan's name to herself countless times. With each utterance, her heart throbbed with pain.

It was only then that Clara came to understand that she had long since let go of their troubled past. What took root in the depths of her heart was a steadfast yearning that had not waned through the years. It was love that had seeped into her very bones.

Rose watched Clara, her eyes brimming with tears of anguish, and felt her own eyes moisten. She crouched down and patted Clara on the shoulder. "Clara, you must be scared out of your wits. Come here, let me give you a hug."

Clara looked at her through tear-blurred eyes and choked out a sob. "Grandma Rose, I'm so sorry."

many years, yet she weathered the storms alongside them. It was always a narrow escape from death, and every time, it was her dearest grandson who got hurt. Not once did she complain, and here

be my granddaughter-in-law. That boy was saving his father-in-law-to-be. It's only right and proper-no need to feel sorry. Now, no more tears. lan needs you to be strong for him. I'll

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to check on Clara. Seeing her gaunt cheeks, a flicker of concern passed through his narrowed

surprised, "Mr. Brodie, what

accident and wanted to see how you were

face marred with abrasions. Still, the innate sharpness he possessed could not be concealed. His chiseled features and strong lines, every bit, seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by God

his eyes. He desperately wanted to tell Clara that he was the friend who used to

unresolved animosity between him and lan was still a tangled mess, and if Clara truly ended up with lan, putting

lips curved into a half-smile as he handed her something.