Clara remained silent when she heard his accusation. No matter how harsh his words sounded, they really couldn’t hurt her. The rest of her time was reserved for Yanny and her mother.

“Fine. I’ll give you the agreement now,” she replied. Then, she glanced down at her arm. “Can you let go of me, Mr. Birch?”

Wilson loosened his grip, but his expression remained unchanged.

Clara proceeded to lead him up the stairs. As he gazed at her back, for some inexplicable reason, the emptiness in his hand