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?"

orders — no visitors." He gestured politely, yet firmly, indicating she

quickly interjected with a grin, "Gents, my uncle is seriously ill, and my grandmom has been crying all night.

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

gaze instantly fell on Eve, whose

ice. "What are you doing here?

"Clara, your father is at death's door, and I'm going to get a lawyer to draft

her voice laced with contempt. "I'm beginning to wonder if you're even his mother. He's lying there sick, but all you care

You're showing no respect, and according to our family rules, you

own son. You're the one who should be punished. When my father wakes up, I will make sure you answer for

bodyguards at the door. "Throw them out.