Aaron's POV
I never imagined Clara would show up here.
Just over half an hour ago, she called, her voice trembling with fake tears, claiming that Merry was sick again and begging me to come comfort her.
I refused firmly, knowing full well that Clara was using Merry as an excuse once again. It wasn't Merry who needed me. Clara was the one who couldn't let go.
I couldn't understand her obsession. I had told her time and time again that I didn't love her and was repelled by the sight of her. I was only keeping a promise to Katherine. Why couldn't she understand that?
As I saw the deranged Clara holding a cup of scalding water, poised to throw it at Lynne, I immediately turned, wrapping Lynne in my arms to shield her.
Lynne clutched me in fear, but thankfully, she was unharmed.
However,
