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?"

raspy with emotion. "I'm sorry, Clara. I couldn't let you leave alone with our child,

realized she had been played by lan. He had spread

as she looked at him. Her voice was shaking uncontrollably. "Ian, do you realize that it should have been me lying here? They were

it. We'll have answers soon. This time, no matter who it is, I won't let them get away,"

a vice grip. The thought of what could have happened to

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and our child. If you want to leave, I'll give

with his earnest plea, Clara's heart softened. She sniffled and managed to say, "Let's talk about us later. For now, take me to see

faint smile finally

her injuries, the fire in her dark eyes hadn't dimmed.