Chapter 312

As soon as she left, Aiden quietly stepped into the room, standing respectfully in front of Dylan, his mind racing with thoughts. Those bodyguards were indeed Walter's, heading back to the Ferguson estate. If Dylan didn't step in, what Clara said would definitely reach Walter.

Aiden was there to gauge Dylan's reaction. He stayed silent, patiently waiting. But even after ten minutes, Dylan remained focused on his documents, the sound of his pen scratching against paper filling the room.

As fifteen minutes ticked by, Aiden tentatively asked, "Sir, should we intervene?"

Dylan paused, his pen still, eyes flickering briefly before he calmly replied, "No need."

"But..."

make a move.

his pen down, hearing footsteps approaching, knowing Clara was returning. His lips curled slightly. "I want

quite understand but chose not

meticulously wiped the spoon, offering, "Mr. Dylan, I noticed you

gaze. Clara's intentions were obvious. Ignoring

looked over. Meanwhile, the food on the tray grew cold. Clara reheated it again and again, repeating this

put his pen down and took a sip of the soup. It had been reheated so many times that the taste

in his

good mood. He glanced at Clara with sympathy; no matter how clever she was, she couldn't match Dylan's subtle

wheelchair. A

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