No Strings Attached

Brodie could sense the inevitable coming. There was a hint of concern in his voice. "Aren't you afraid of facing even greater dangers back home?" Clara shook her head with resolve, her voice steady. "I won't let Sasha bear the consequences for me alone. I owe it to her to seek justice."

Brodie had known Clara's temperament since they were kids. She was usually gentle and compliant, but once her dander was up, nobody could hold her back. He let out a resigned sigh, "Alright then. Let's get you to the hospital."

Two hours later, Clara pushed open the door to Sasha's hospital room. Instead of finding Sasha, her gaze fell upon lan's tall, lean figure.

His face was pale, and his eyes were sunken. There was a look of unprecedented concern etched between his noble brows.

He walked over to Clara and wrapped his arms around her, his voice a whisper of velvet tenderness. "Don't worry. Sasha's out of danger. It's just a broken leg."

Clara, taken aback, questioned, "Wasn't it said she was in a coma?"

planting a soft kiss on her forehead. His voice was raspy with emotion. "I'm sorry, Clara. I couldn't let you leave alone with our

then that Clara realized she had been played by lan. He had spread fake news just to

you realize that it should have been me lying here? They

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you and our child. If you want to leave,

plea, Clara's heart softened. She sniffled and managed to say, "Let's talk about us later. For

said, with a faint smile finally gracing his lips as he took Clara's hand and led her to another

in bed. Her right leg was encased in a cast, and her head was wrapped in gauze. Despite her injuries, the fire in her dark eyes hadn't dimmed. She glared at Chase. "Just seeing your