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."

calm face was streaked with tears. Walking and lamenting, she said, "Why does Clara have to have it so rough? Just when they finally got together, lan

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

his brain's practically gone. Even a

that case, we'll just have to clutch at straws. As

as they stepped into the elevator, unaware that

the news reached the man in the suburban mansion. A sly smile spread across his face. "You

The Hayes family's been

to get a look inside. I'm worried there's a

Crimson Manor's a wreck. How could lan have survived? We're lucky to have a body to bury at all. We can finally move on to the next phase of our plan." "Can't afford to be careless. Ian's not someone to be

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