Chase furrowed his brow, looking at her incredulously. "The guy's a vegetable, and you're crying a Amanda? It's not like he's your husband. Anyone would think you two had a fling or something." His words carried a tang of jealousy.

Sasha, fuming, couldn't help but kick him again. "Chase, would it kill you to shut up? With a mouth that's just begging for a punch, how are you still alive? How come no one's knocked you out yet?"

Chase's laugh was devilishly charming. "If I were dead, who'd be around to rile you up? Wouldn't you miss that?"

Sasha felt like she was about to cough up blood. She was convinced she and this infuriating man were destined to be at odds.

She shot Chase a glare and scoffed dismissively. "My brain's not waterlogged. Why would I waste my sympathy on you?"

With that, she walked over to Clara, taking her hand. "Clara, you just relax. I'll play my part to the hilt and make sure those bad apples buy the whole act."

does Clara have to have it so rough? Just when they finally got together, lan ends up like this. What if he never comes

it amusing. But he played along, his face mirroring a look of sorrow. "Don't worry. I'll

brain's practically gone. Even a miracle worker couldn't save him

to clutch at straws. As long as there's a sliver of hope, we've

elevator,

in the suburban mansion. A sly smile spread across his

it's the truth. The Hayes family's been coming to visit non-stop, each leaving in

eyes narrowed slightly. "Find a way to get a look inside. I'm worried there's a

can

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