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."

soon as she left the hospital room, her previously calm face was streaked with tears. Walking and lamenting, she said, "Why does Clara have

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

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

we'll just have to clutch at straws. As

into the elevator, unaware that a janitor had been eavesdropping the

the man in the suburban mansion. A sly smile

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

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

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 underestimated.

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