Chapter 149 lan stared at Clara, a mix of frustration and wounded pride etched across his face. âClara, my wound has split open again. Help me change the bandage, and Iâll get out of your hair,â he pleaded.
Clara had never pegged lan as the clingy type. To her, he was always detached. and aloof, unless between the sheets.
Once upon a time, she was the one doing the chasing. How the tables had turned. Now he was the one acting like a desperate ex.
Biting her lip with irritation, Clara snapped, âThereâs a community clinic two blocks down, on the right. Get yourself patched up there.â She shoved his suitcases outside the door, followed briskly by lan himself, and with an emphatic slam, the door closed behind him.
lan stared at his belongings, scattered on the doorstep. The sting of rejection was burning within him.
Just then, the door across the hallway creaked open, and out stepped Ryker, leaning nonchalantly against the frame, dressed headâtoâtoe in effortlessly cool leisurewear. A smirk played on his lips. âWell, well, if it isnât my invincible cousin. Whatâs the matter? Ms. Clara kicked you to the curb?â
Already fuming, lan bristled at Rykerâs taunt. With a steely gaze, he retorted, âYour dad called me, Ryker. He wants me to school you in the art of running a business. I wasnât keen on babysitting, but now, Iâve decided youâre starting at my office tomorrow.â
Ryker chuckled dismissively. âWhy would I want to do that? Iâm not sick in the head. Being Claraâs bodyguard is the sweet gig â
thereâs good company, good food, and she even pays me, not to mention the threads she picks up for me. Running some stuffy company? No thanks. Whoever wants that headache is welcome to it. I couldnât care less about the family empire.â
The Millers were old money in Riddleton, a family with a storied legacy. And Ryker was their sole heir, a rebel who marched to the beat of his own drum, never heeding anyoneâs advice. His parents had hoped a stint in the military would straighten him out, but all it did was add an edge to his defiance.
lanâs face soured at Rykerâs careless words. âSheâs your cousinâinâlaw, itâs her 1/2 Chapter 149 job to look after you. Donât mention it. And if youâre ever short on cash, Iâll foot the bill.â
Rykerâs cavalier expression turned to one of shock. âlan, have some shame, will you? Clara dumped you ages ago. Cousinâinâ
law? Get over yourself!â
lanâs lips curled into a smug grin at Rykerâs outrage. He summoned Dawson to collect his luggage.
Meanwhile, Clara, having gathered herself, joined Ryker to head downstairs. In her hurry, she almost collided with the movers.
She quickly apologized and glanced up to see them carrying a leather sofa set â the very one sheâd admired last month, intending to place it in lanâs villa. How quickly times changed, she thought. Her eyes darkened as she slipped into her car.
Settling in, Clara pulled out some documents and began to review them. Today, she was representing an elderly woman in a case of neglect. The plaintiff, a mother in her seventies, had singleâhandedly raised three sons only to be abandoned in her twilight years, scraping by on what she could salvage from garbage bins.
Clara had stumbled upon this heartbreaking scene on the street and had volunteered to take on the motherâs case pro bono. The story had already made the rounds on the internet, with the ungrateful sons lambasting Clara for meddling.
The case had become a social media sensation, drawing the publicâs eye. With her sharp wit and commanding presence, Clara left the sons speechless in court. The judge ultimately proposed a fair support plan, thanks to Claraâs efforts.
Her advocacy made headlines once again, and she found herself in the spotlight, even landing an interview with a national television network. Her reputation as a champion for the underdog was only growing stronger.