Chapter 631



Kallie then peered around, her gaze searching for Cara at the doorway, but to no avail. She exhaled, a hint of resignation in her voice. “Her mother must really be swamped with work.”

Clayton, unsure of how to respond, just nodded stiffly.

Kallie added with a nod, “I get it. It’s tough being a single mom. Thankfully, she has you to lend a hand. Well, I’ll leave you to it then. Make sure she gets some good rest.” Taking Sophie’s hand, Kallie led her toward the door. As they neared the door, a soft voice halted them. “Madam.”

The voice was so faint that Kallie almost dismissed it as her imagination.

g𝓪𝓵𝓷σv𝒆𝓵𝓼.cøm – check it out!

Kallie turned, finding Elma looking at her expectantly. “What’s the matter?” Kallie inquired, her expression one of confusion.

Elma hid her face in her blanket, only her clear, bright eyes peeping out. They shimmered with moisture, like those of a forlorn little creature, tugging at Kallie’s heartstrings. Softly, she murmured, “Thank you.” Then, Elma quickly rolled over.

Kallie chuckled. Elma was arrogant and spoiled perhaps, but with a good heart. She found herself wondering if Chloe would share those traits if she were here.

The thought of Chloe made Kallie’s heart sink a bit.

Noticing Kallie’s shift in mood, Sophie tugged at Kallie’s hand. “Mom, I think my brother’s been waiting long enough. We should go.”

Kallie agreed with a nod and gently shut the ward door behind them as they left.

As their footsteps faded, Clayton’s worry deepened, and he felt a headache coming on. He sat beside Elma’s bed, his voice soft.

“Elma, did you meet Kallie that day?”

Elma simply nodded and murmured, “I wasn’t too fond of her and her children. So, I didn’t mention it. It wasn’t intentional.”

Her stubbornness somehow brought a smile to Clayton’s face. He stroked her head and sighed silently to himself. Meanwhile, Calvin had been waiting so long that he was starting to nod off. He told the driver he needed to step out to stretch his legs.

The driver looked concerned and cautioned him, “But your foot…”

“It’s okay. I just need a bit of fresh air.”

Calvin was scanning for Kallie and Sophie at the hospital entrance when suddenly he was jostled from behind by someone.

While the impact was minor, Calvin’s already injured foot failed to support him, and he collapsed, his palms and knees scraping against the rough pavement with a sharp yelp.

The person responsible merely cast a quick, indifferent glance in his direction before hurrying off in clicking high heels.

A chill of anger washed over Calvin’s expression. Struggling to his feet, he called out, “Excuse me, you’ve just caused me to fall. An apology would be appropriate.” His clear, assertive voice caught the attention of passersby.

Cara, the woman in question, turned around with a scowl, her impatience evident. “You want me to apologize? You were blocking the path! It’s quite presumptuous to accuse me of such a thing!”

Calvin responded with an icy tone, “Apologize!”

Annoyance flared in Cara. Something about Calvin struck her as familiar. He reminded her of a man and a woman, and because of this, his presence irked her. Now, here he was, confronting her. Did he really think she was someone to be trifled with?

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