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Dawson quickly offered his reassurance, "Attorney Clara, Mr. Hayes will be alright. Maybe he's already made his escape. He's just out of range, and can't contact us."

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After wiping away a tear, she grabbed a cup of water and took a few hearty gulps. Then, turning to Dawson, she said, "Dawson, I could use a bite to eat. Could you grab me something?"

Dawson paused briefly, then promptly replied, "Sure thing, I'll go right now."

later, Dawson returned with a beef stew and a trio

on the hospital corridor bench, polishing off everything. Those around her watched her force down the food. Their eyes reddened with emotion. They all understood that Clara was trying to pull herself together. She

a few hours, the operating room doors swung open. Clara, who had been pacing anxiously, now stood rooted to the spot. Her legs felt as if they'd been filled with lead, immovable. Suddenly, she was gripped by a wave of nervousness, of fear. Fear

Chase, looking weary but with a faint smile playing on his lips. He looked in Clara's direction and called out, "Clara, the surgery was a success. Casey's going to make it." Upon hearing those words, Sasha, who had been sitting in her wheelchair, suddenly stood up. She wanted to cheer wildly, forgetting,

emanated from above Sasha's head. "Throwing yourself into my arms won't help. There's nothing I can do

the implication of his words and glared at him irritably. "If it wasn't for the fact that you

let out a soft laugh. "Alright, Casey will be out soon. Go check on Clara. She must be exhausted after all