After the nurse left, Clara fished out her phone from under her pillow. A corner of the screen was shattered, from the car accident. She struggled to unlock it, found the number marked "home," and dialed it.
The call was quickly connected, and my father's authoritative voice came: " Clara ? You'll be back in a week. How are you doing recently?"
Clara wiped away her tears vigorously and tried to make her voice sound calm: " Dad , I'm fine. I'll be back soon after I finish dealing with things here."
My father paused, then added, "One more thing. After you inherit the family fortune, according to tradition, you need to decide on a marriage partner as soon as possible. You are the heir to our Su family, so a marriage partner is crucial. The other four major families have inquired about you many times. Have you met anyone suitable in the past few years?"
Clara's heart ached, and Liam 's face flashed before her eyes. She shook her head vigorously, as if this could get rid of the painful memories.
"No. Dad , on the day I inherit the family fortune, let's hold a husband-selection banquet. I will personally choose the most suitable marriage partner at the banquet!"
She turned her head to look out the window. The sycamore leaves were swaying gently in the wind. The sun was still as warm as ever, but the sweetness in her heart had been completely crushed, leaving only a cold desolate place.
The man she once wanted to devote her life to, the man she thought was sincere, turned out to be an elaborate scam from beginning to end.
That's good, this way she can turn around without any regrets.
Bennett family never needs to rely on others to survive, let alone be anyone's keep woman .
Liam , and his lifetime compensation, she, Clara, doesn't care.
During the three days in the hospital, Liam hardly left her side.
Every morning, he would appear at the door of the ward on time with a thermos bucket filled with millet porridge that he had cooked himself, which was soft and dense .
He sat on the bedside, carefully scooped up the porridge with a spoon, blew it cool before handing it to Clara's mouth, his voice so gentle that it could squeeze out water: " Clara , eat it while it's hot, I've been simmering it for two hours."
Clara turned her head away, avoiding his hand, and said in a light voice: "I can do it myself."