EuropeNovelChapter 235
After he left, Clara was completely wiped out. She rubbed her temples with a sigh and sank into the chair outside
the hospital room, feeling drowsy.
An hour later, Eden burst in, visibly upset, and immediately started laying into Clara. "Clara, get out of here! If it
weren't for you, my brother wouldn't be in this mess! Just leave!"
Clara was more than ready to go. Hearing Eden's words just made her grin. "Alright, I'm out. See ya."
Eden was caught off guard, like punching a pillow, leaving him speechless and storming into the hospital room in
frustration.
As Clara walked out of the hospital, a wave of relief washed over her. She headed home, changed clothes, and
made her way to Ferguson Corporation, just barely making it to the top floor on time.
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Throughout the day, Dylan was nowhere to be seen, not even at the executive meeting he was supposed to
attend. Before she left, curiosity got the better of her, and she asked Aiden, "What's up with Mr. Dylan?"
Aiden let out a sarcastic chuckle, shooting her a sideways glance. "Why don't you ask Ms. Clara about the
delightful meal she shared with the CEO last night?"
Clara's heart skipped a beat. They'd had street food, and she suddenly worried Dylan's sensitive stomach
couldn't handle it. "Is he really so sick he can't even cto work?"
Aiden adjusted his glasses. "Worse. The family doctor from the mansion has been called, and Cedric knows too.
Dylan had a high fever and fell into a coma this morning. I'd expect someone to cfor you any minute now."
Clara's heart sank. If she'd known Dylan's stomach was so delicate, she wouldn't have taken matters into her
own hands.
In a panic, she grabbed Aiden's sleeve, but he jumped back, eyes wide, like she was contagious. Clara was
baffled by his tic reaction. Then it clicked- Aiden never liked her and probably thought she was trouble.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to cut to the chase. "Aiden, can | just turn myself in now?"
Waiting for Cedric's people to drag her in didn't seem like a good idea. Aiden had regained his composure, his
expression serious. "Cedric holds Dylan in high regard. Dylan has a history of self-destructive behavior over past
issues. Brace yourself. If Cedric scolds you, just take it."
Clara's anxiety shot up. She was clueless about Dylan's past. If she'd known, she never would have suggested
street food.
She hurriedly followed Aiden to the car, and a chill ran down her spine as they arrived at Palm Bay. Cars from the
military and the Ferguson family were parked outside.
Her nerves tightened as they entered the hall, and she heard Cedric's voice. "Thank you all for your efforts."
Clara glanced up, spotting several high-ranking officers in uniform sitting with perfect posture. This was out of
her league.
Cedric noticed her and his expression shifted, but instead of blowing up, he gestured for her to leave. "Kneel
outside until Dylan wakes up."
Aiden was about to plead for her, but Clara stopped him. She understood Cedric's anger; he'd just disciplined his
grandson, and now his beloved son was in a coma, all because of her. The fact that he hadn't lashed out was
remarkable.
Clara knew better than to have someone speak for her now. Aiden frowned and murmured, "I'll talk to Dylan
once he wakes up."
Clara felt touched, surprised that Aiden, who she thought disliked her, was now supporting her.
The others in the hall paid her no mind, true to their professionalism. Clara went to the courtyard and knelt. The
ground was littered with small stones, and she didn't bother avoiding them, letting them dig into her knees
painfully.
She kept her back straight, hoping Dylan would wake by evening. But three hours dragged by, with people
bustling in the hall, and the important figures even went upstairs once. Clara's knees were bloodied, but her
worry for Dylan far overshadowed her physical pain.
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