No Strings Attached

Trevor's face broke into a satisfied grin as he listened to his son. He patted Anders on the shoulder. His voice was deep and steady. "Take Elle home to recuperate. The family doctor will take good care of her. She'll be in safe hands."

Elle immediately interjected, "That won't be necessary. My dad will be here to pick me up soon. Let Orin go back with you."

"Elle, this whole mess started because of me. It's my duty to see it through. If I don't, I'd be shirking my responsibilities. Please, give me a chance to make amends," Trevor implored. His earnest tone made it hard for Elle to refuse.

Just then, James York, looking stern and serious, bustled over with a group of people. "Our York family can take care of our own daughter. We don't need to trouble the mayor," he said. His face was a mask of solemnity.

He approached Elle. His eyes were filled with the tenderness and concern. With a gentle hand, he brushed Elle's forehead and said, "My foolish girl, remember what your dad always tells you: you're no saint. Don't forgive everyone. Always remember the pain you went through carrying Orin. No one can ever take that away from you."

Trevor and Mr. Anders with my daughter's injuries.

felt a sting of shame. He knew James had always felt this way towards him. Allowing him to recognize Orin as his child was one thing,

whisked from his grasp, Anders' heart clenched. He said softly, "Mr. James, please, let me take care

a cold laugh. "Want to take care of her? You're too late! When she was pregnant, she wandered alone abroad, too scared to tell you or her family. Do

this, Anders hung his head in guilt.

Our family doesn't raise daughters to suffer for a man. Once the child is born and Orin's condition stabilizes, I'll

realize them. Please give him a chance. After all,

are no such taboos now. Rest assured. We won't deny

left with Elle in his arms before the Dolans could react. At the door, James noticed Clara staring at him, dazed. His previously cold face softened