Chapter 143

What a coincidence... the person she needed to find had called first. Clara answered the phone, her voice as sweet and polite as ever. "Hi, Mr. Reynolds." Dylan hesitated a moment before speaking. His voice sounded tired and hollow, like he'd aged overnight. "Clara, I saw the accident on the news. How's Bellamy doing?" "Bellamy..." Clara kept a light smile on her face, but her voice was dull, like the words were heavy. Anyone hearing it would think she was barely holding it together. "It's bad. She hit her head pretty bad, lost her sight. Fraser's trying to find a cornea donor for her." She paused, voice softening with uncertainty. "Mr. Reynolds, do you... want to visit her? I mean, after all..." There was a long silence on the other end. Clara didn't rush him, just waited patiently. Right when she was about to give up, the man finally answered, "Which hospital? Send me the address. I want to see her." ***** Right after Bellamy woke up, the doctor came in to run a full check-up. Once i