EuropeNovelChapter 236
Has Dylan's condition really gotten this bad?
If Dylan were to die because of her...
A chill ran down her spine, and she straightened up even more.
After kneeling for what felt like an eternity, she finally saw Aiden approaching, and her eyes lit up.
Aiden, still in his work clothes, quickly placed a pastry in front of her.
"Here, eat this."
Clara wasn't in the mood for food and quickly asked, "How's Mr. Dylan? Hasn't he woken up yet?"
"He's up. Cedric's giving him a lecture right now, so | can't go in. Cedric got a real scare this time. There are a
few others with him, and they're probably going to be talking for a while. The boss's phone has been taken away,
and he might need to rest at hfor a few days."
Clara let out a sigh of relief. At least he was awake.
She felt a wave of regret wash over her. Dylan was such a good person, and yet, because of her...
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Her eyes welled up with tears, and she sniffled.
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Aiden quickly cleared his throat.
"It's not as bad as it seems. Mostly, it's the boss worrying too much. You don't know what he used to be like. He...
well, it's definitely not because of what he ate this time; this was just the trigger. He used to be really hard on
himself, going days without eating, smoking, drinking. Trips to the hospital for bleeding were pretty common."
Clara's tears stopped instantly, surprised.
"Mr. Dylan had a rebellious streak?"
Aiden gave her a knowing look. “No one's born an adult. The boss had his moments, like driving all night just to
see someone."
Clara felt a tug at her heart. Talking to Aiden eased her worries a bit.
But she really didn't know Dylan well enough.
"And then? Did he ever meet the person?"
"He didn't. Anyway, let's drop it. Cedric's coming down."
He quickly turned and headed back into the hall.
Clara was really exhausted and starving. If she didn't eat something soon, she might just faint.
So she quickly devoured the pastry Aiden brought, just as her phone buzzed.
It was a message from Z.
[Sick. Hurts.]
Clara almost jumped up in panic. How could he be sick too?!
She was about to grab her phone to reply when she heard the courtyard door creak open, and Cedric walked
over.
She quickly put her phone down and knelt straight again.
Cedric approached slowly, eyeing her for a moment before letting out a sneer, "You do kneel quite well."
Clara kept her eyes down, not daring to utter a word, afraid she'd be hauled off any second.
Cedric seemed too weary to say much more and just rubbed his temples.
"If it wasn't for your grandfather... Forget it. Just keep your distance from Dylan from now on."
So, Cedric had sconnection with her grandfather.
Clara felt a wave of relief at having dodged a bullet.
Cedric's eyes suddenly turned sharp. "This better not happen again.”
"Don't worry, Cedric, I'll be careful from now on."
Cedric turned and walked away with a cold huff.
As someone of such stature, it wouldn't be right for him to call for Clara's punishment over this.
After all, Dylan was partly to blame; it couldn't all fall on Clara.
However, the Ferguson family would never accept a woman like her into their home.
Not in a million years.
Clara's back was drenched in sweat. Cedric's presence was something few could handle, and for a moment, she
honestly thought he might harm her.
She was always sensitive to such vibes.
Lowering her lashes, she continued to kneel obediently.
Since Cedric was still in the hall and could spot her with just a glance, she didn't dare to rashly reply to Z's
message, though she was really anxious inside.
Z was usually a bit of a loner, and she had no idea if he had any friends around him.
What if he was halone, sick, with no one to look after him?
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