Chapter 753



Kallie sighed. “I’ve been so caught up with Elma and Jake that I didn’t realize how bad I’d gotten. I should’ve been paying attention.”

Clayton’s expression shifted, but he stayed quiet. Kallie noticed the change and eyed him suspiciously. “Are you hiding something from me?”

Clayton quickly shook his head. “No. You’re just overthinking.”

Kallie grabbed his wrist, her tone serious. “You’re hiding something. Clayton, if you keep lying to me, we can’t even be friends.”

Clayton let out a long breath. “Kallie, right now, you need to focus on getting better. I’ll tell you everything once you’re better.”

But Kallie wasn’t having it. She moved to pull the IV from her arm.

Startled, Clayton grabbed her hand. “Don’t! Don’t do that.”

Her tone was cold and resolute. “I’ll find out myself if you won’t tell me. I promised I’d find Jake, even if it’s only his corpse.”

Clayton lowered his gaze as mixed feelings surged inside him. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”

A sinking feeling washed over Kallie, but she nodded. “Tell me.”

“The police found something.” He paused, pain flickering in his eyes. “They found Cara’s body near a river a few miles from Burmoos.”

Kallie’s heart pounded in her chest. “And Jake? What about him?”

Clayton shook his head. “They still haven’t found his body yet. Maybe the river carried him somewhere else.” Kallie’s expression hardened. “Do you mean ‘his body’? He could still be alive.”

Clayton looked at her, his voice soft but firm. “Kallie, you need to accept it. Cara wasn’t harmed when she fell into the river, but she is already gone. Jake was injured then. How could he have…”

“Shut up!” Kallie’s voice cracked, her composure shattering.

Kallie’s breathing was heavy, her eyes swollen and red, her whole demeanor one of deep disturbance.

Clayton kept quiet, giving her time to find her composure. With several deep breaths steadying her, Kallie declared, “Just continue to search for Jake. I refuse to believe he’s dead until I see proof with my own eyes.”

Kallie shut her eyes, exhaustion etched on her face. “I need to be alone. Please, just go.”

Clayton paused, giving her a final lingering look, before reluctantly walking away.

Outside, Clayton’s assistant was waiting. He looked visibly upset on Clayton’s behalf as Clayton emerged, clearly disheartened. “Why does Miss Nixon have to be like this? She has no idea how hard you’ve been working to find Jake and Cara. You’ve barely slept. Doesn’t she notice how much weight you’ve lost?”

Clayton shot his assistant a stern look. “I’m exhausted. Isn’t she exhausted as well? Don’t make comments like that again. I’m doing this because I choose to.”

The assistant said softly, “She doesn’t even care about you, Mr. Morgan. Why do you care so much for her when others value you more?”

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