Chapter 187

More and more memories flashed through Ethan Blackwood’s mind. Clara Walton's once bright smiles and sweet voice had become little more than scripted responses. That fake enthusiasm cut deep, each subtle change gnawing at Ethan. He didn’t show much on his face, but his expression was still dark and heavy. The doctor, not daring to comment, only assumed Ethan was stressed about Clara’s health. “Mr. Blackwood,” the doctor said carefully, “your wife’s condition isn’t totally stable, so it’s best to… take it easy in the coming days.” Ethan gave a quiet grunt as an answer. The doctor visibly relaxed and quickly wrapped up the prescriptions before making a quick exit. The air in that room could really choke someone. With the doctor gone, only Ethan and Clara were left in the master bedroom. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Clara said nothing—she was just too drained. What she didn’t expect was Ethan suddenly moving toward her. Expressionless, Ethan picked her up without sayi