Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 290

"While you were in the hospital, Mr. Zachman was running himself ragged, doing everything he could for you," Elsa said.

"It was like he wanted to take your pain onto himself. He was also sick, but that didn't stop him. The day he jumped into the water to save you, he stayed in his soaked clothes the entire time we were treating you. He didn't change until he knew you were safe.

"Even with a high fever, he never left your side. He took care of you nonstop but didn't say a word because he didn't want you to worry. He just took a few pills and kept going. He never really got any rest. He was constantly on the move, always doing something at the hospital."

Elsa paused, then added with a touch of envy, "And this scarf... Do you have any idea how rare it is for a guy to actually take the time to make something like this? Most would just buy one and be done with it. Honestly, I'm a little jealous. You're really lucky to have a brother like Mr. Zachman."

Clara stood there, staring at the scarf. She hadn't even opened it, but she could already tell it was beautifully made. A strange feeling stirred in her chest, tinged with bitterness.

Elsa's words weren't new. Clara had heard them countless times in the past.

Back then, Wren pampered her to the point where everyone knew about it. Everyone in their circle knew she was just the adopted daughter of the Zachman family, yet no one dared to slight her because of how Wren treated her.

he took her into the Zachman family. He spoiled her to the point where everyone envied her. If she glanced at something, it would appear on her vanity the very next day. Wren handled everything about her life, making sure every detail was perfect. He

They all thought she was lucky. She had

believed she was a child of fate. After losing her parents at such a young age, she thought God had sent Wren into her life to take

she wanted to keep him forever. That desire

she hadn't made that fateful decision on her 18th birthday, maybe things wouldn't have turned out

late. If she had received the scarf Wren had knit for her two months ago, she would have been overjoyed, treating

held any meaning.

turned her gaze away, and the turmoil in

to Elsa, about to say something, but then footsteps sounded behind

papers in hand. "Clara, the discharge forms

he noticed Elsa standing

Wren had

with Clara. She quickly excused herself, saying,