Chapter 80

Clara finally let herself go limp, her breathing unsteady, as if she’d vomited every last bit of strength from her body. She just slumped there on the floor, completely drained. When Ethan stepped into the room, she was still gasping for air, her face pale as a sheet. He stood over her, casting a long shadow, his gaze dark and unreadable, locked firmly on Clara. "What the hell is this supposed to mean?" Ethan's tone was sharp, like he was interrogating her. Clara didn’t have the energy to argue. But Ethan, tipsy as he was, wasn’t quite out of it—just more volatile than usual. When she didn’t respond, his expression went even darker. Then, without warning, Ethan grabbed Clara’s wrist. "So what, you come alive the second I’m gone, and act like you're dying when I show up?" His voice was harsher now, like he was trying to pick a fight. Ethan knew her condition. Recently, Clara hadn’t thrown up even once—her morning sickness had passed. So what was this sudden scene supposed to be? Made hi