Chapter: 256

"You always were good at defending your brother," Cynthia said with another heavy sigh. Then she glanced lovingly at her daughter and said with a small smile.

"I have a feeling that Roger won't be getting married any time soon. He's too busy with his own things...

But what about you?"

“Me?" Clara couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice. They'd just been talking about Roger, and now somehow she'd become the topic of conversation.

“What about me?"

“When are you going to have another baby?" Cynthia asked with a smile.

Clara took the plate of food from the servant when it was brought over. She shook her head slowly, tapping her fingers against the plate.

“Riley is only a year old. I'm already so busy with taking care of her on my own. And you know how busy work is..."

“Okay, Okay. You've made your point. You and Roger are always so busy. When he was abroad I didn't even bother asking him to rest. I knew he wouldn't listen to me and I'd just be wasting my breath.

Especially because I only got to see him a few times a year. And you?

You work right here in Apliaria but I barely see you either! Every time I want to see you, or invite you over to dine with me, you always tell me you're busy with work." Cynthia snorted indignantly.

"You're a lady from a distinguished family, yet you insist on being a surgeon. Do you really think I won't be able to support you? You go into work every day to wield scalpels and needles and other horrible looking things. You have to see death, and blood and gore...

I really don't think that type of lifestyle is good for a lady.”

Clara stayed silent for the moment. What was she supposed to say?

Every time she came home to see her mother, it was always the same lecture.

In response, she just smiled and murmured, “I know", and "You're right". Before her mother could start off on another tangent, Clara quickly said, "Mom, let me take this food up to Roger and convince him to come down. Then you can lecture us both. How does that sound?"

“Off you go then," Cynthia said and waved her hand dismissively.

Clara nodded and hurried upstairs to Roger's room before her mother could say anything else.

Clara had been standing at the door of Roger's room for a while, before she finally mustered enough courage to knock on the door.

Seconds later, she heard footsteps coming from inside, and soon, the door was opened. Roger had changed into his pajamas. When he saw Clara at his door, he was a bit surprised. In a hoarse voice, he greeted, "Clara."

"Mom is worried that it'll be bad for your stomach if you don't eat anything. That's why I'm here to bring you some food," she replied while making her way into the room.

Roger closed the door once she was inside, and took off his glasses.

He just nodded and hummed in a tone devoid of emotion.

"Roger, I'm so sorry. I never meant to lie to you."

When he heard Clara speak, he was sorting out some documents.