Chapter 628



But Cara was in no rush.

Clayton was frantic. He had to carry Elma himself, searching for a doctor.

Clayton was sweating profusely when, in the elevator, he bumped into Kallie. Of all people.

Kallie was at the hospital with her two kids in tow. They had had a blast the day before, but Calvin had gotten a little too wild and sprained his ankle.

Now, Calvin was hobbling around, trying to take it easy. Kallie and her two children were just leaving the doctor’s office.

Kallie offered to carry Calvin, but Calvin, feeling all grown-up, insisted on walking himself.

Clayton’s eyes went wide when he spotted Kallie. His first instinct was to bolt with Elma, but it was too late. Kallie had already seen him.

“Clayton?” Kallie’s voice, laced with confusion, made him freeze.

Clayton hesitated and then turned around, plastering a surprised look on his face. “What are you doing here?”

Kallie responded, a smile playing on her lips, “I’m on vacation with the kids. Didn’t expect to bump into you. Are you on holiday too? Is this your little one?”

Elma clung to Clayton, her face hidden against his neck. Kallie didn’t connect Elma to the girl they’d met the day before.

Clayton smiled and launched into an explanation. “The scenery’s amazing here. My sister’s health isn’t great, so I brought her here, hoping the change of pace would do her good. I still have to head back to take care of the Morgan family business every month, though. This little one is my sister’s adopted daughter. She lost her own child a few years ago, and it broke her heart. Adopting this little girl has helped her heal.”

“I see,” Kallie replied, her voice heavy with emotion.

Memories flooded back, and a wave of guilt washed over Kallie. “If it wasn’t for me, your sister wouldn’t have lost her baby. I feel awful about it. If there’s anything I can do, please, don’t hesitate to ask,” she said, her voice thick with regret.

Clayton shook his head vehemently. “No, Kallie, it’s not your fault at all. I made my own choices, and I have to live with the consequences. Let’s not dwell on what’s done.”

Kallie nodded slowly, her gaze falling on Elma’s ear. Elma’s skin was smooth and soft, but a gruesome sight marred her delicate ear.

A deep, jagged split ran across it, traces of blood still visible. It didn’t look like an accident. It looked like someone had deliberately hurt her.

Kallie shook her head, trying to dismiss the disturbing thought. She told herself that she must be imagining things. Clayton and Cara must adore the little girl dearly. It must be a misunderstanding.

Just then, the elevator reached Clayton’s floor. He gave Kallie a warm smile and hurried out with Elma in his arms. Elma shifted in Clayton’s arms, her face turning toward Kallie.

Kallie’s breath hitched in her throat. She stared at Clayton’s back, her mind reeling. Had she really seen what she thought she saw? But then she shook her head, pushing the doubts aside.

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