No Strings Attached

They persuaded Clara for a while before she agreed to be taken to the upscale private room across the hall. Clara tossed and turned in the bed, struggling to find sleep, but eventually, her eyes grew heavy with fatigue. The following morning dawned.

Eve, with Jay in tow, arrived at the hospital. Upon seeing a line of somber-clad bodyguards standing outside the room, Jay stopped, fear gripping him. He grabbed hold of Eve's arm. "You don't think they'll stop us from going in, do you?"

Eve snorted with disdain. "I'm Casey's mother. I'm here to see my son. What right do they have to stop me? If they do, I'll just sit here and cry, and we'll see who ends up being more embarrassed."

After saying that, she marched up to the door, with fire in her eyes. Just as she was about to enter, a bodyguard blocked her path. "Ma'am, you can't go in," he said firmly.

Eve's temper flared. "My son is lying in there ill, and I've come to see him. What gives you the right to keep me out?"

remained impassive. "Sorry, but Mr. Hayes has given strict orders — no visitors." He gestured

with a grin, "Gents, my uncle is seriously ill, and my

one of them said, "Wait here. I'll ask

Clara stepped out of the room. Her gaze instantly fell on Eve,

and strode towards them, her face a mask of ice. "What are you doing here? Hoping my father's

is at death's door, and I'm going to get a lawyer to draft his will. All his assets

even his mother. He's lying there sick, but all you care about is his money, trying to snatch away his belongings.

showing no respect, and according to our family rules, you should be severely

with even more anger. "You're the one who's disrespectful, not caring for your own son. You're the one who should be punished. When my father wakes up, I will make sure you answer for how

the door. "Throw them out. And don't let them