Chapter 290 "While you were in the hospital, Mr. Zachman was running himself ragged, doing everything he could for you," Elsa said.
"It was like he wanted to take your pain onto himself. He was also sick, but that didn't stop him. The day he jumped into the water to save you, he stayed in his soaked clothes the entire twe were treating you. He didn't change until he knew you were safe.
"Even with a high fever, he never left your side. He took care of you nonstop but didn't say a word because he didn't want you to worry. He just took a few pills and kept going. He never really got any rest. He was constantly on the move, always doing something at the hospital." Elsa paused, then added with a touch of envy, "And this scarf... Do you have any idea how rare it is for a guy to actually take the tto make something like this? Most would just buy one and be done with it. Honestly, I'm a little jealous. You're really lucky to have a brother like Mr. Zachman." Clara stood there, staring at the scarf. She hadn't even opened it, but she could already tell it was beautifully made. A strange feeling stirred in her chest, tinged with bitterness.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtElsa's words weren't new. Clara had heard them countless times in the past.
Back then, Wren pampered her to the point where everyone knew about it. Everyone in their circle knew she was just the adopted daughter of the Zachman family, yet no one dared to slight her because of how Wren treated her.
During those years, Wren really lived up to the promise he made when he took her into the Zachman family. He spoiled her to the point where everyone envied her. If she glanced at something, it would appear on her vanity the very next day. Wren handled everything about her life, making sure every detail was perfect. He even took more care with her than with his own matters.
While others may have envied and mocked her behind her back, they didn't dare say anything to her face. They all thought she was lucky. She had lost her parents and been kicked out by the Salford family, yet she still met someone like Wren, who treated her like royalty.
At that time, she believed she was a child of fate. After losing her parents at such a young age, she thought God had sent Wren into her life to take care of her, so she becgreedy.
She grew attached to the warmth Wren brought into her life, and she wanted to keep him forever. That desire led her deeper and deeper into mistakes, spiraling further with each step.
If she hadn't made that fateful decision on her 18th birthday, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they did between her and Wren.
But now, it was too late. If she had received the scarf Wren had knit for her two months ago, she would have been overjoyed, treating it like a priceless treasure. Yet, it no longer held any meaning.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClara turned her gaze away, and the turmoil in her heart finally settled.
She turned to Elsa, about to say something, but then footsteps sounded behind her.
Wren walked in with spapers in hand. "Clara, the discharge forms are all set He trailed off when he noticed Elsa standing there as well. "Elsa," he greeted her. Realizing Wren had returned, Elsa felt awkward about the conversation she had just had with Clara. She quickly excused herself, saying, "I'll leave you two to it. You're busy." Wren watched as Elsa hurried out with a puzzled expression. After a moment, he followed her.
"Elsa, wait."
Elsa stopped, thinking he had overheard hertion with Clara and was about to scold dultos her for interfering. Her expression grew uneasy.
Just as she opened her mouth to explain, Wren spoke first, "I brought you sfruit and effit on your at desk as a thank-you for teachinglast night. You're not going to turn it down, are you?" After their lesson the night before, Elsa had refused to accept any payment from him. They had argued for a long tbefore Wren gave in.
That morning, he happened to pass by the market. When he saw them fresh fruit, he picked out a few and brought them for her.