No Strings Attached

Michael summoned the Hayes, York, Campbell, and Dolan families. He explained the situation once more, clarifying the stakes involved, and everyone agreed that this was the best way to protect the child and Clara.

It was unanimously decided that the story was that Elle had twins, born prematurely, and were being kept in incubators. Clara's child, unfortunately, lost their life due to the severe impact.

Upon hearing this news, Elle, who had just undergone surgery, couldn't help but shed tears. As a mother, she could imagine how desperate Clara would feel upon waking. Tearfully, she looked at Anders. "Anders, once the babies are alright, come back to Riddleton with us. I want to protect Clara's child and ensure they're not harmed in any way."

Anders tenderly wiped her tears. "Alright, no more crying. You've just had surgery, and you shouldn't cry. We've lost one child, but Orin's surgery was a success, and he'll be discharged in a few days. Then, we'll all head to Riddleton together."

After making all the arrangements, lan returned to Clara's hospital room. He sat down, holding Clara's hand tightly in his.

He wished all of this was just a dream, wishing he and Clara could freeze time seven years ago, a time without pain, only mutual trust and dependence.

not keeping my promise. I had to do this to ensure your and our child's safety. I know you might hate me, but I have no regrets. I've already made you suffer so much because of me; I can't bear to see you hurt anymore. Clara, whether we're together or not, my love will always be for you. You're mine and

Clara's lips. Tears fell onto Clara's

Clara, knowing that once she woke up, all of this would become

use too much force, afraid of facing her

of Clara and sat beside her for a long time. Then, he went

everything was taken

the nursery. The little baby, with a. breathing apparatus and various monitors,

the child would look like. After eagerly awaiting his arrival in this world, he had to be separated from his parents. His parents also had to be apart. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

the sleeping child, he whispered, "Once I've sorted everything