Chapter 39
“By the way, I don’t know who you are,” Mike asked softly. His voice was pleasant, just like before.
“Clara Neal.” Clara took a deep breath and explained with a smile. Let bygones be bygones. Today could be the first day they met.
“Sounds nice.” Mike’s lips were curved. He looked at her uniform. “Do you work here?”
“Kind of,” Clara replied vaguely.
Mike saw Clara’s dropped breakfast and picked it up. “Sorry. Tamara is spoiled. Since these are dirty, let me buy you something new. Where do you work? I’ll bring it to you.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
“No need.” Clara’s voice was indifferent. She looked up at him. “Thanks for saving me. When I woke up, you had already left. I didn’t know who you were, so I was worried I couldn’t thank you.” Without waiting for his response, she continued coldly, “Thanks for the clothes and money. I’ve packed them up for you. if you give me an address, I can send them to you.”
Tamara listened to their conversation. Because of Mike, she didn’t dare to make trouble. However, she realized Mike had saved Clara at Ranary Hills. That was why Harry failed.
Tamara was enraged. It was so close. How could the bi t c h be so lucky?
Mike frowned. “I was going to see you but I had to leave. As for those stuff, they’re because you need it. No need for niceties.”
Clara was about to reply when Walter’s tall and dashing figure appeared. His cold and sharp gaze swept across them. Clara stiffened and shivered.
Walter strode toward them. His gaze fell on Clara. Her long hair was disheveled, her clothes in disarray, and she had been talking with Mike. “What are you doing?” His voice was cold.
Clara stammered, “1…”
Tamara went up to Walter affectionately. “Walter, I came to find you.”
Walter brushed off Tamara’s hand. “I didn’t ask you.”
Tamara stood awkwardly to the side.
“Walter, it’s been a long time.” Mike greeted.
Walter’s face was tense. “When did you
return?”
“A few days ago.” Mike smiled. “I haven’t been back in three years. Zwingenrath has changed a lot. I almost didn’t recognize it.”
Walter glanced at Mike. “Your vision is restored?”
“Yeah,” Mike looked around. “I could see back much earlier but underwent some repair surgeries and professional eye lens recovery training. I’ve regained my sight.”
Clara looked down in silence. That was right. When she saved Mike three years ago, he was blind. It was understandable that Mike didn’t recognize her.
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