Chapter 172

Linda Walton’s condition was stable now—so long as she wasn’t emotionally triggered. Any stress, though, and everything could spiral out of control. Clara Walton didn’t dare dwell on it, let alone ask for details. She hung up the phone in a rush, barely noticing her own state. Without a second thought, she bolted out of the villa. She totally forgot she wasn’t even supposed to leave the place. “Ma’am, where are you going?” Henry Carter called from behind, trying to catch up. Clara didn’t respond—she just ran. She was surprisingly fast, to the point that Henry started to panic. She was heavily pregnant now, well into her third trimester. This kind of exertion was seriously risky for anyone, let alone a pregnant woman. Henry hurried after her. But the moment Clara reached the front gate, the bodyguard stepped up and blocked her. “Ma’am, you’re not allowed to go out,” he said, tone flat and firm. Inside the villa was fine. Stepping out? Not happening. Not even the courtyard was off-limits