Chapter 182

It was akin to self-torture. Despite the burning fever racking his body, Wren stubbornly refused to roll up the car window. Cold wind poured in from the passenger side, seemingly cooling the heat coursing through him, but the sharp chill stung his face. There was a lot of pain weighing on his chest right now. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the darkness. … No sooner had Alexander left than the doctor arrived, administering another injection to Clara. When everything was taken care of, Clara still didn't see any sign of Alexander. Recalling what he had said before leaving, a flicker of unease stirred in her heart. After a moment of hesitation, an apparent struggle flashed in her eyes. She finally lifted the blanket, wore her slippers, and got out of bed. Throwing on a down jacket, she headed for the door. She wanted to see if what she suspected was true. Just as she reached out to open the door, Clara came face-to-face with Alexander, who had just returned to the room. S