Chapter 7

Asher forcibly settled me in his private hospital's VIP suite.

It was much quieter than Southside Medical Center, and felt more like a luxurious prison awaiting death.

Asher held my diagnostic report, flipping through the pages, his face growing darker with each one.

Finally, he slammed the stack of papers onto the table with a loud thud.

"Stage IV lung adenocarcinoma, bone and brain metastasis, Clara, are you trying to set a record for the youngest death? What the hell were you thinking?"

He was so angry his chest heaved, his eyes burning with unconcealed fury.

"For that jerk Julian,…