Chapter 827



This time it was me.

Next time, it could be my children.’

Edgar nodded, understanding, his gaze reflecting complex feelings.

‘All right.

Take good care of yourself.

While it may not be the right thing for me to say, I feel the need to remind you that Clayton saved you willingly.

Perhaps, when he protected you, he had already weighed the possibility of losing his life.

You shouldn’t blame yourself too much.’

Kallie nodded in understanding, but deep down, she couldn’t shake those overwhelming feelings.

This favour weighed heavily on her heart, and she didn’t know how to repay it.

After saying goodbye to Edgar, Kallie spent another long night in the hospital.

Finally, exhaustion got the better of her, and she succumbed to sleep in the next room.

At that moment, Clayton, who was supposedly fighting between life and death, at least that’s what the doctors had told Kallie and the others, opened his eyes.

A vigilant team of medical staff was standing by his bedside.

When the staff saw Clayton wake up, a collective sigh of relief swept through the room.

This hospital was owned by the Morgan family.

The pain from Clayton’s chest wound was excruciating, draining the colour from his face.

He sat up slowly, leaning against the headboard as he took in his surroundings.

An orderly stepped forward, speaking with careful respect.

Fresh updates now on g𝖺ln𝖔𝖵e𝗅s.c𝗈m ‘Mr Morgan, everything has been resolved.

No one will be able to trace this back to us.’

After a pause, the attendant let out a sigh.

‘Mr. Morgan, with all due respect, I must say that this plan was too risky.

Even if you wanted to allay Kallie’s suspicions, there should have been a less dangerous way to do it.’

Clayton’s gaze strayed to the bandage on his chest, a shadow crossing his expression.

‘You don’t understand.

Only this way was I able to allay their suspicions.

Gaining their trust is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.’

With indignation flickering in his eyes, the assistant said, ‘That’s the most frustrating thing.

Haven’t you treated her well enough? Despite that, she often doubts you.’

Clayton’s gaze hardened, his voice cold.

‘It’s not your place to judge her.’

The assistant recoiled under Clayton’s piercing gaze, covering himself in a cold sweat.

His legs almost gave out, and he stammered, ‘I’m….

I’m sorry, Mr. Morgan.’

Clayton took a deep breath and said, ‘Beat it.’

The orderly hurried out, drenched in sweat.

Nearby, the doctor, who had been watching silently, reminded him:

‘Mr. Morgan, although your heart is not wounded, you must still take care of yourself.

Avoid becoming enraged.’

Clayton nodded, the tension in his face relaxing.

‘I understand.’

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