Chapter 167

Kids can be resilient, but even the toughest can't handle this kind of mess. And Clara Walton? Her health wasn't exactly great to begin with. The housekeeper was standing there drenched in sweat, clearly still shaken. Only Clara looked totally unfazed. Quiet. Too quiet. The whole Blackwood villa felt... off. … At that moment— Ethan Blackwood was speeding down the road toward the hospital. His expression flickered with unease, though it was hard to tell if it was because of Fiona Barrington or Clara. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white. Eyes fixed straight ahead, never blinking. Until the housekeeper called, finally giving him a clear update: Clara was fine. Nothing wrong. And just like that, something in Ethan loosened up. But the tension in his body didn’t ease one bit. Not until the car came to a smooth stop right outside the hospital. He jumped out the second the engine died, heading straight for Fiona’s room. When he arrived, he spotted Graham Anderson standing