No Strings Attached

He didn't know how Clara would react when he proposed divorce. He desperately wished for more time for Clara to gradually adapt to everything as it was now.

lan carried Clara into Casey's hospital room. Upon entering, Clara saw her father's body entangled with medical devices.

Darkness seemed to envelop her vision. Her throat felt as if it were pierced by countless thorns, the pain making it impossible for her to breathe.

She sat beside Casey's bed, softly calling out, "Dad."

Casey showed no response. He lay there quietly.

Clara's small hand tightly grasped her father's, tears continuously streaming down her cheeks.

"Dad, when I was little, you held my hand just like this. You said as long as you didn't let go, I would never be alone. Now, I'm holding your hand the same way. I'm begging you not to leave me, okay? The baby is gone. If you leave too, I don't know how I'll carry on. Dad, you always loved me the most, didn't you? I'm begging you, please wake up. Please... look at how pitiful I am now."

She cried uncontrollably, leaning over Casey's hospital bed. Her whole body trembled without cease.

She cried for a long long time before she slowly sat up. Tears clouded her vision as she looked at Casey. "What did the doctor say?"

lan's voice trembled, "The doctor said his brain suffered a severe impact, causing tissue damage. Waking up would require a miracle. I've already contacted the best specialists abroad for a consultation and sent people to find a miraculous healer. I heard she's exceptional at acupuncture and capable of bringing the dead back to life, but she has always been mysterious. No one knows her whereabouts."

Despite her confusion, Clara quickly grasped lan's meaning. "So, you're saying this miraculous healer is our best hope for saving my dad, right?"

"The specialists haven't arrived yet. We'll see what they say when they do."

Clara looked up at lan. Her eyes were red. "Find that healer for me. I need my dad to wake up."

lan held her in his arms, gently

stroking her head. "Okay, I'll do everything in my power to find her You're very weak right now and need to rest in your room. There are professionals here to take care of him. Don't worry."

Clara's expression gradually turned cold as she said, "Connor placed a timed bomb in the locket Katherine gave to our baby. He not only killed my child but also caused my dad to fall into a coma. I won't let this go."

"Alright, leave these matters to me, okay? You need to take good care of yourself; otherwise, you'll be in pain for life."

Marian also approached, taking Clara's hand. "Clara, listen to lan. Go back to your room and rest. I made you some soup. You need to eat more to get better so you can take care of your dad." Clara obediently nodded. "Grandma, sorry for causing you and Grandpa to worry."

Michael and Marian both wiped away their tears. "Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? You're our treasure; if we don't worry about you, who will we worry about?"

Clara, holding back her emotions, asked, "How's Elle? Is her baby alright?"

Marian glanced at lan, her voice filled with pain. "She had a fall, and the babies were premature, but there's no danger to their lives.

They're in the incubator now net

and

they should be able to leave the hospital in a few days." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Hearing that another's child survived a fall, Clara's tears flowed once more. She nodded continuously. "That's good. Once I'm a bit better, I'll go see her."