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.

went quiet. Neither

the spoon in her hand, thinking for a long moment before finally blurting out, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have listened to Megan

"Mm."

So much had happened between them lately. They should've been there for each other, holding hands,

She hung up.

stared

doctor nearby spoke up, "Mr. Dylan, Aiden's awake. He wants to talk to

his phone down and walked

soon as he saw Dylan, his eyes went red. They always say men don't cry-unless it hurts too much to

"Sir."

flat. "The ones who did this-I've already taken

all been loyal to the old man. For

"What about him?"

the window, watching the wind shake the trees outside. "I

stay at the

Only Dylan knew

never cared enough

so many problems

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