"Matthew, is something wrong?" Clara asked.

"Nothing's wrong. Just focus on eating. Let David handle this," he smiled, patting her head gently.

"Okay." Clara nodded.

After getting injured, Clara lay on the bed like a tired turtle, looking quite lethargic.

Aurora, clutching her stomach, pleaded with Clara to recount the details of Carl's death once more.

Clara patiently repeated the story several times, but Aurora still wanted to hear more, until Clara's voice ...