Chapter 125 The phone rang peralstently before the call was finally answered. Claraâs cool, distant volce came through the receiver, âMr.
Hayes, what can I do for you?â
lan mustered his energy and said, âNothing, just wanted to hear your voice.â
Clara frowned, âDo you find this amusing, Mr. Hayes? It was you who said you were done with this, and now youâre the one who canât let go. What is it about me that you canât shake off? If thereâs something to change, Iâll change it, okay?â Her tone was chilly and tinged with impatience.
Ian closed his eyes in agony, his hand clutching his hair tightly to keep himself alert. âClara, that night must have been very painful for you, huh?â His voice was weak, and his simple words were fragmented. Each word was laden with unmistakable pain.
Clara laughed bitterly, âYou donât have to keep reminding me, Mr. Hayes. Iâm tainted. I know that much. I wonât harbor any inappropriate thoughts toward you anymore.â
âClara.â
lan softly called out, âIf I also experienced the pain you went through that night, could forgive me?â
Without mercy, Clara replied, âNo, I can never forget the words you spoke to me that night.â She didnât wait for lanâs response and hung up the phone abruptly.
you lan listened to the dial tone, a sardonic smile on his face. He knew Clara would never forgive him. His heart ached tremendously, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his lips, splattering the white sheets. Instantly, the sheets were stained red.
Dr. Lee, seeing his painful struggle, kindly suggested, âMr. Hayes, you canât go on like this. Though youâve lost a lot of blood, your situation isnât the same as Claraâs. Youâve been drinking. The effect of the medication is twice as strong. If something goes wrong, what will Rose do? My medicine can alleviate some of the pain. Would you like to try it?â
As he spoke, he wiped lanâs body with a cold cloth, trying to comfort him. lan didnât heed his words and writhed in agony on the bed.
Rose, standing outside, saw his condition, and tears streamed down her face in distress. After what felt like an eternity, she couldnât bear it any longer and dialed Claraâs number.
Clara had just finished dinner with Andersâ parents and was about to head out when her phone rang. Seeing an unfamiliar number, she hesitated before answering.
âClara, where are you?â a familiar voice asked as soon as she picked up.
Hearing Roseâs voice, Clara responded with a smile, âGranny Rose, Iâm out for dinner. Is everything okay?â
10:40 Roseâs voice cracked, âCan you come to the Lancaster Mansion? Iâve run into a bit of trouble here.â
Rose had once shown her kindness, and Clara saw no reason to refuse such a request.
âIâm nearby. What floor are you on? Iâll come to you.â
âIâm in room 808 on the 8th floor. Please hurry, Iâll be waiting for you.â
âAlright, Iâm on my way.â
After hanging up, Clara excused herself from the table, and with Anders in tow, they made their way upstairs. Upon their arrival, they learned that lan had been drugged with an aphrodisiac.
When Clara saw lan writhing in pain on the bed, she instantly understood the meaning behind his words on the phone.
Her heart was stabbed with a sharp pang of pain.
Her hands, hanging by her sides, gradually turned iceâcold.
Her mind was flooded with the agony she had endured that fateful night.
Rose wiped away her tears and pleaded, âClara, for my sake, can you save lan?â
Claraâs eyes moistened as she looked at her, whispering, âGranny Rose.â
Rose held her hand, tears streaming down her face. âI know lan has wronged you. He has done many terrible things to you, but for my sake, could you help him through this?â