Clara was about to blurt out her thoughts when she caught herself. "I don't need your help—I'll handle this myself!"
James's eyes narrowed to slits, but he kept his silence.
What options did she really have? She'd likely go begging that worthless ex to return the apartment, then sell it off. That was her only play.
James knew forcing money on her now would backfire—she'd reject it outright. Clearly, he needed a different approach.
As Clara turned toward the hospital room, James suddenly seized her wrist. She jerked in surprise, pulse skyrocketing. "What now...?" she muttered, steeling herself.
"About Lori drugging you—I've uncovered the truth."
"Told you I wasn't lying!" she fired back.
He stepped closer, his gaze darkening. Clara held her breath, heart hammering against her ribs. S
