Chapter 708

Everyone else had already left. After all, today was the old man's eightieth birthday, and guests would be arriving any minute now.

In the quiet room, only Mrs. Ferguson and Dylan remained.

Dylan looked down, lashes casting a shadow over his eyes. His face was unreadable, as if nothing could touch him.

A sharp ache bloomed in Mrs. Ferguson's chest. She didn't know why, but regret crept in-regret that she'd raised her son to be so distant, so closed off from the world.

"Dylan, you and Tara... Forget it," she sighed. "All I wanted was for you to give her a proper title. Tara told me herself-even if you two had something, she wouldn't cling. If you really can't accept it, we'll talk after the party. Tara is a good girl. But I keep thinking about that time in Palm Bay, the way you looked when you served Clara food. That was the most relaxed I've seen you in years."

Dylan's fingers trembled slightly at Clara's name.

was a mess. He couldn't remember much, except flashes of Clara-her face, her voice. The pain in his body reminded him of what happened, and he glanced at

Clara, I'm not interested in anyone

had happened

Dylan, that drug your sister-in-law used was dangerous-I don't know where she even found something so awful. But

clenched,

care,"

He was afraid.

He-

in her throat. "If you really can't let Clara go, I won't stop you anymore. But your father has his own plans. Dylan, ever since you took over, you haven't had a choice. I always wanted you to stand taller, to make me proud in front of everyone overseas. You know there's someone there I can't stand-I just

was running out. She sighed "Go wash up. The doctor already tended to

covers and got out of bed. Mrs.

and give him some

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