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.

in just in time to witness the scene. He approached with measured steps and softly called out,

hoarse. "Ian, there's something your dad and I have kept from you." "What is

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

specified. And in the end, I did slip the ring onto her finger, holding her hand. Technically, our wedding is complete. There shouldn't be any

looked at him, half-convinced. "Really?" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

collapsed in my arms. So, don't worry anymore. We'll be safe from

of seeing Clara hurt, he'd been frantic. He'd wanted to rush her to the hospital, but seeing her struggle to help him with the ring before losing

someone had been wiping her brow with a damp cloth and whispering to her throughout the

opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was lan's haggard face. The usually immaculate

her awake, lan stopped his ministrations. His voice was rough with emotion.