Seeing herself like this, Clara was once very desperate, lying in bed not eating or drinking, not speaking to anyone.
Oliver Turner was really worried when he saw Clara like that.
Every day, he sat by Clara’s bedside, chatting with her, tirelessly speaking from his heart, even if he couldn’t get a response, he persisted in showing his sincerity.
"That day, the day you had the car accident, it was my fault.
Clara, although I know that once so words are spoken, they can’t be taken back, I want to give it a try.
That day... when I told you to stay away from , not to ddle in my affairs, it wasn’t sincere at all.
I said those things in a fit of anger; can you forgive ?"
Clara remained silent, and Oliver felt really pained seeing her ignore him.
He tightly held her paralyzed hand: "I raised you, cherished you like a treasure, just to make you happy.
You know, those days, I was truly troubled, otherwise I wouldn’t have treated you like that.
Just this once, there won’t be a next ti, please forgive , okay?
I am still your beloved Uncle Oliver, and you are still my dearest Clara, alright?"
Hearing him say this, Clara couldn’t help but burst into tears, crying so heartbreakingly, as if it was the end of the world.
Oliver bent down to hug her, gently stroking her back: "Don’t cry, it’s my fault, I won’t make you cry ever again."
"I’m a cripple now, I’m disabled, is my life over?
What should I do, I’m so scared, Uncle Oliver, what should I do.
I feel like I can’t go on, what should I do."
Clara pressed her forehead against his shoulder, tears soaking the pillowcase.
She really didn’t know how to continue living, suddenly turning from a healthy person to this state...
She didn’t know how desolate it would be to spend her whole life in a wheelchair.
She also didn’t know how terrifying people’s gazes would be, all she knew was, she didn’t want to live like this.
Rather than living her whole life as a cripple relying on others’ help, she would rather die.
Why did she have to wake up, why?
Oliver held her with all tenderness: "Don’t be afraid, you still have , Uncle Oliver will not ignore you.
Listen, don’t be afraid, there’s no difficulty in the world that can’t be overco.
Even if there really is, I’ll make it disappear."
Due to her right-side paralysis, Clara cried and made a fuss, but after crying and making a fuss, she still had to muster the courage to face all of this.
After all, Faye Townsend once told her, there are millions of hardships in this world, but the most formidable one is the demon in one’s heart.
As long as she defeated that demon, she could be invincible.
Though she was disabled, all this ti she had Uncle Oliver and Faye Townsend’s ticulous care, which could be considered a blessing in disguise.
After a long period of treatnt, she could finally take a few steps on her own with a crutch.
This could be considered a blessing in misfortune, the doctor advised that as long as she did her rehabilitation well, one day she would return to normal.
At noon on Saturday, Faye Townsend rare free ti, had Madam Li make so restorative soup at ho.
Once the soup was ready, she rushed to deliver lunch to Clara before noon.
When she entered the ward and saw Oliver was also there, her face, originally smiling, suddenly cooled.
She silently walked past Oliver to the cabinet and poured out the soup.
"Clara, let tell you, this soup was specially made by Madam Li at my request.
When you were living at my place, didn’t you tell Madam Li you liked this soup? She rembered it well."
Clara smiled: "Really, then I must properly thank Madam Li once I’m discharged."
"You don’t have to worry about that, I’ll thank her properly. Co, have a sip and taste it."
Faye Townsend handed the bowl in front of her and spooned it for her to drink.
Clara smiled while drinking: "Mm, this taste, it’s great."
After she spoke, she glanced over at Oliver, these two hadn’t appeared together in her ward for a long ti.
Since the last ti they t and didn’t speak, Clara knew these two had a falling out.
She had asked both of them separately, but neither said why they had fallen out.
Yet after all this ti, they still...
Clara signaled to Oliver with her eyes, they had agreed earlier that when they t Faye, he would be the one to start a conversation with her, Oliver promised.
"Faye, how are Darnley and Miya?" Oliver, after an awkward mont, found a pretext to talk to Faye.
Faye didn’t respond to him, still feeding Clara the soup.
Oliver, awkward for a mont, went to sit by the sofa.
Clara asked, "How are Darnley and Miya doing?"
Faye nodded: "Mm, they’ve both gone to kindergarten these days.
Darnley has never been shy, so his performance wasn’t much of a surprise, but Miya surprised .
She adapted very quickly, even joining the kids in simple activities these days.
To , this is truly a blessing.
Actually... when Miya was first born, I didn’t dare hope to raise her.
At that ti, I just wanted to take care of her to the best of my ability, giving her all the love, hoping she could be happy in her short years.
But surprisingly, five years passed, and God gave a trendous miracle."
Clara nodded: "God never mistreats kind people, you are good, so God will also bless your children, Darnley and Clara will live long lives."
Faye pursed her lips: "You too, last ti you passed by the Ghost Gate Pass, God knew you were a good person, so gave you a chance to live."
The two of them talked for a while, Oliver felt bored and stood up: "Clara, since there’s soone taking care of you, I’ll head back to the office."
"Alright," Clara nodded.
Oliver glanced at Faye’s back: "Faye, I’ll be leaving now."
Faye didn’t turn around nor respond to him.
Oliver left feeling a bit awkward, letting Faye’s smile relax more naturally than before.
Clara laughed: "Did you plan to leave as soon as you saw Uncle Oliver?"
Faye chuckled: "No one knows better than you."
"Because as soon as you ca in, your face dropped.
You ca specifically to see , you weren’t coming here to deliberately show that face."
Clara sighed, looking at Faye: "Are you really not planning to reconcile with him?
Don’t you think it’s quite awkward between you two?"
Faye pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and smiled gently, in truth, there was nothing awkward about it.
She and he were destined to have no outco.
Getting close would just be tornt for him, better to keep so distance from now on.
"No, you won’t see each other that often anyway, and after you’re discharged, there will be even fewer chances."
"Faye, what on earth happened between you two.
Everything was fine, why did things suddenly beco like this?"
Faye shrugged with a smile: "Nothing."
She couldn’t possibly tell Clara that it was because when Clara was in critical condition at the hospital, he didn’t answer the phone and brought Luna Fisher here, that would certainly make Clara furious.
Faye chuckled: "Don’t overthink it, nothing’s going on, co, drink the soup.
I’m going to make you nice and chubby."
"Nice and chubby? Oh my God." Clara rolled her eyes upward helplessly: "I’m already quite fat, you know."
"Not enough."
"Never mind, as things are now, I’m not expecting to marry, just let it be.
I can’t control how fat I get anymore."
Faye pouted: "How could you not get married? Don’t talk nonsense."
Clara burst into laughter, she seed more concerned about marriage than Clara herself.
The door of the hospital room was pulled open, and a nurse walked in asking: "Miss Tan, soone just delivered a bouquet of flowers for you."
Faye turned to see a large bouquet of lilies, she went over to help receive the flowers: "Wow, aren’t they beautiful?"
Clara nodded: "They are very pretty, but who sent them?"
Faye lowered her head, saw a small card on it, and casually picked it up for a look.
’Wishing you a speedy recovery — Luna Fisher.’
Her brow furrowed as she ran out with the flowers.
Clara called from the room: "Faye, where are you going?"
Faye ran towards the nurses’ station and found Luna Fisher at the elevator, about to go up.
"Miss Fisher." Faye caught up with her.
Luna Fisher looked surprised: "Director Townsend? You’re here."
"If I weren’t here, were you planning to kill Clara?"
Luna Fisher was taken aback: "I don’t understand... what’s the aning of Director Townsend’s words."
"I really didn’t want to ddle in your affairs before, but this ti... I can only help Clara refuse your kindness.
Please take this bouquet back, and don’t send flowers again in the future."
"Director Townsend... why?" Luna Fisher bit her lip, her face full of grievance.
Faye raised an eyebrow, her tone resolute: "You were also there that day, you already heard the doctor clearly say that Clara shouldn’t be agitated, she must prevent a second brain hemorrhage, because next ti she might not be so lucky."
Luna Fisher lowered her gaze: "That’s why... I didn’t go in, I just asked the nurse to deliver the flowers."
Faye smiled: "Even just seeing your na might send Clara into a rage.
Miss Fisher, I don’t want to talk about your past matters.
I only know that Clara is my friend, and I hope she won’t suffer any harm."
Luna Fisher took the flowers back in silence, feeling wronged.
Faye looked at her: "If my words today upset you, I apologize.
However, I really hope you don’t visit Clara again in the future.
I don’t believe you two are in a relationship where visits are appropriate.
Clara is alone in the ward, so I won’t chat further with you, please take care."
After saying this, she turned and walked back to the ward.
Luna Fisher, full of resentnt, threw the flowers to the ground and stomped on them forcefully.
Faye recalled sothing and returned, from a distance, she only saw Luna Fisher’s ferociously stepping on the flowers.
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