Chapter: 926

She didn't think that the topic of children was appropriate at the moment

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How could she be insensitive! Why did she mention it? She regretted what she had just said.

"Rachel, I'm sorry. I think that I have upset you," Clara said dolefully.

Rachel looked confused.

"About that child."

Then it dawned on Rachel that they didn't know that her child was alive.

"Oh, please, don't think too much about it. It's been a long time.

And time has eased the pain," Rachel comforted Clara. But it seemed that it only made Clara feel worse. Rachel didn't expect this reaction.

Meanwhile, there was a knock on the door of the Lounge on the second floor.

"Come in," Victor answered in a low voice.

The door opened and a waiter came in with a glass of warm water.

“Good evening, Mr. Sullivan. Mr. Scott had asked me to bring you this."

Pressing his temples, Victor opened his eyes and said, “Well, put it on the table over there."

The waiter looked down, gently put the glass on the table, and left the lounge without looking back.

Victor felt a like his temples would explode. He rubbed his temples with his thumb, but the drumming didn't cease. When he heard the door of the lounge closing, he sat up and tried taking the glass the waiter had left.

That was when he realized that the side effect of the drug seemed to be getting more severe. He felt dizzy and weak the moment he touched the glass.

Unable to keep his hand steady, the glass slipped from his hand, falling to the floor with a crisp sound.

Brows furrowed in concentration, Victor held the handrail instinctively for support. At the same time, the door was opened from the outside.

Clara stood and watched Rachel. She couldn't stop wondering what had happened to Rachel, and where she had been for the past four years.

Clara had a lot of questions for Rachel, but she recognized that she had no right, and was in no position to ask her anything. So, she had to contend herself with small talk.

"Mommy!" A figure in light yellow ran out of the banquet hall and coming straight at Clara.

Clara caught her just in time and pinched her face dotingly.

“Shouldn't you be with your grandparents? What are you doing here?"

With her hair tied in a bun, the little girl looked like Clara.