No Strings Attached

lan's face was a ghostly shade of pale as he looked at her. "Don't let her die. We need to get some answers out of her."

"I know," came the steady reply. "You take care of Clara. I'll handle everything at home."

After everyone had seen Clara, they all left, leaving only Casey, who clung to his daughter's hand, unwilling to let go. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed upon Clara's ghastly pale face. Heiman's words echoed in his mind.

They hadn't completed their wedding vows today. Did that mean more dangers would lurk in their future?

Ever since Clara's birth, danger had been a relentless shadow. Why did fate have to be so cruel to such a wonderful child?

Memories of Clara's past hardships made Casey's tears fall onto the back of her hand.

to witness the scene. He approached

hoarse. "Ian, there's something your dad and I have kept from you." "What is it?" lan asked, his voice tinged

Heiman on the mountain. He suggested the date and said that if you completed the wedding on that day, all would be well henceforth. Otherwise, you'd face endless troubles. Ian, Clara has suffered enough. I can't

the ceremony at the time Heiman specified. And in the end, I did slip the ring onto her finger, holding her

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to rush her to the hospital, but seeing her struggle to help him with the ring before losing consciousness, he'd made a split-second decision to complete the vow. Now, it seemed like the right call. Their ceremony was complete, and they were bound to face no more

with a piercing pain. It felt as though someone had been wiping her brow with a damp cloth and whispering to

lan's haggard face. The usually immaculate man

voice was rough with emotion. "Clara, does