Chapter 817

Even after sitting by her bedside for two whole days, he still wouldn't say a single word.

She couldn't even explain what was happening to her. After Megan's warning, she'd panicked—really panicked-and ended up tearing through the study, searching for who-knows-what, as if the answers might be hiding in a drawer.

Her head was spinning back then, with one voice whispering, Dylan's exactly that kind of person-don't trust him. But another voice kept pushing back, making everything feel even messier. She was just so tired. Only now did she finally feel a little less foggy.

"Dylan, they said you haven't eaten in two days. Won't you at least try something?"

He stayed silent on the other end.

Clara had no idea what he was thinking anymore.

Finally, he spoke: "I'm with Aiden."

"How's his leg? Did all the specialists come back from overseas?”

"He'll recover with rehab. It's just going to be rough."

Clara let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. So Aiden was safe. Maybe it wasn't luck, though-maybe he'd just always known how to survive. To keep a backup plan, even when things were at their worst. No wonder he'd managed to stay at Dylan's side all these years.

they both went quiet. Neither

her hand, thinking for a long moment before finally blurting out, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have

"Mm."

happened between them lately. They should've been there for each other, holding hands, comforting one another. But instead, this was how he

She hung up.

stared at his

"Mr. Dylan, Aiden's awake. He

phone down and walked

saw Dylan, his eyes

"Sir."

ones who did this-I've already

Those men had all been loyal to the old man. For Dylan to handle them so directly... things

"What about him?"

out the window, watching the wind shake the

stay at the family estate

Or confinement. Only Dylan

had always understood-Dylan never cared enough to fight back

so many

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