NovelEnglishChapter 164 When life offers a glimmer of hope, who would willingly embrace death? "Mr. Foster, will... will I go to prison? I can't bear the thought of going back there..." The trauma from those five years loomed over her like a dark shadow.
She'd rather die than face that nightmare again.
Sean gently reassured her, "Don't worry, I've got everything under control. Just get in the car." Claire nodded, her body trembling as she settled into the vehicle.
Sean dialed 911 and stood quietly by Brian's side until the ambulance arrived.
Once Brian was taken away, Sean drove Claire away from the scene.
The car rolled slowly into the garage of Foster Manor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClaire was still visibly shaken, unable to calm her nerves.
Sean noticed her distress but didn't rush her; he simply remained in the driver's seat, offering silent companionship.
After a long while, Claire managed to regain scomposure. She looked at Sean, her voice quivering, "Mr. Foster, rest assured, if anything happens to Brian, I'll take full responsibility. I won't let it cause you any trouble." Sean turned to meet her anxious gaze, exhaling softly. His voice was gentle, "I told you, don't worry. I've got this." Tears welled up in Claire's eyes. No one had ever spoken to her with such kindness before.
Even if it was just comforting words, they filled her with warmth and gratitude.
Sean, lacking experience in consoling others, awkwardly reached for the tissues in the glove compartment and handed them to her, "Don't cry. If Grandma sees you've been crying, she'll worry." Claire's tears stopped abruptly as she thought of her grandmother's kind, gentle face. Her grandmother always showered her with care and treated her like a beloved granddaughter. If she noticed Claire's red, swollen eyes, she'd certainly be concerned.
Quickly, Claire accepted the tissues from Sean and wiped her eyes dry. She took deep breaths, desperately trying to hold back her tears, and managed a smile for Sean.
Though her smile was tinged with strain and fatigue, there was also a hint of unease.
Seeing her like this, Sean realized she was still preoccupied with thoughts of Brian, injured and bleeding.
Without assurance of Brian's safety, she'd be restless all day.
Reluctantly, he called Liam and asked him to check on Brian at the hospital.
The silence between them in the car was heavy and oppressive.
About fifteen minutes later, Liam called back. Sean put the call on speaker. "Boss, Brian only has a mild concussion and is not in any danger." After hanging up, Sean turned to Claire, "Feel better now?" Claire nodded, relief finally softening her expression. "Thank you, Mr. Foster." A warm smile tugged at Sean's lips, "Ready to get out of the car?" Claire nodded, a bit sheepishly.
Together, they entered the mansion.
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Aberdeen, upon seeing Claire, lit up with excitement. She bombarded om Claire with questions, eager to see her marry her eldest grandson and give her a great-grandchild on the spot.
Claire's cheeks flushed with the barrage of inquiries, momentarily pushing thoughts of Brian aside. Meanwhile, Sean headed to his study and called Liam again.
Liam, just about to leave the hospital, was taken aback by his boss's instructions.
"Boss, are you sure about this?" "Yes." Sean ended the call with a decisive click.
Liam stared at his phone, bemused.
In all his years working for Sean, he'd never been asked to do something like this.
But then again, Brian had crossed both the boss and the fyture Mrish Foster, a little humiliation was the least he deserved.
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