Clara woke up in dull pain, the hospital ceiling coming into focus above her. Julian was sitting by the bedside, dark circles under his eyes.
Her body was covered in treated wounds—an alarming sight for anyone who saw her.
“You’re awake?”
Julian’s eyes were filled with guilt. “Clara... I could only take Scarlett with me at the time. She’s weak, unlike you who graduated from the police academy...”
Clara curled the corners of her lips.
“Didn’t Scarlett say she called the police? The nearest station was less than 300 meters away.”
Julian pressed his lips together. “I checked. She was too scared at the time and didn’t realize the call didn’t go through. You can’t blame her. She’s just a girl who hasn’t seen much of the world...”
Clara suddenly felt like laughing. Did Julian actually bel
