Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 88: Here for a Honeymoon? Clara felt deeply moved. With her mom not around, Aunt Paige had been looking after her and Leo like a real mother. Off to the side, Sebastian was still shaken just thinking about last night. It had all been instinct-something in his gut told him to check the emergency stairwell, and that's why he asked the front desk nurse for the key. When he saw Clara, he blurted out, "Thank God you're okay! Seriously, I thought you were a goner with all that blood on your face!" Clara gave him an apologetic look, "I really don't even know how to thank you!

I should've been the one visiting you, not the other way around." Sebastian waved it off. "Don't be silly! No need to be so formal between us. Your mom's like family to me, which makes you family too." Clara's eyes stung with warmth. They weren't blood-related, yet Sebastian treated her with such genuine care. She was beyond lucky. ---- If Sebastian hadn't shown up last night, she might not have died-but she sure as hell would've been half-dead. Her gaze dropped to his hand, wrapped in thick gauze. She quickly asked, "How's your hand doing?" Sebastian chuckled. "It's not too bad.

I'm getting discharged today. Actually, I should be thanking you. I've had insurance on these hands for decades-this is the first time I've ever had to use it! Got a nice payout too! Hahaha!" Clara couldn't help but laugh. She knew full well that pianists treated their hands like treasure, so it was totally normal to have them insured. "Well, don't get too relaxed! You've gotta take care of yourself, Any lasting damage and it'll be a real problem." Sebastian nodded. "I hear you. You take care too-especially that head injury. Don't rush to get discharged.

Stay a few more days and let the doctors monitor you." "I will. Thanks for your concern. Once I'm better, I'll have you over for dinner!" Sebastian agreed cheerfully. Meanwhile, Aaron had rung the call button for the ---- doctor. A moment later, the doctor came in to check on Clara. He disinfected her wounds and changed her dressings. The wound on her head was manageable, but since her hair got in the way of treatment, a small patch had been snipped. The stitches were a little red and swollen, but nothing too serious. Her neck, though, was another story.

The wounds there were still nasty-and there wasn't just one cut, but three. They were deep and ugly, bound to leave scars. Aaron hadn't been allowed in the ER during treatment the night before, so this was the first time he'd seen Clara's injuries-and his expression darkened instantly. Even the doctor could feel the chill radiating from him. After finishing the bandaging, the doctor quickly packed up and made himself scarce. Aaron stepped out to speak with the doctor about the test results from yesterday, while Clara got ready for breakfast. Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Aunt Paige opened it to find Steven standing there, holding a fruit basket. Clara stood up and greeted him. "Mr. Riley? You're here this early?" ---- Steven looked nervous and guilty. Truth was, he'd been loitering outside for a while and only knocked after seeing Aaron leave. "Yeah, I wanted to drop by before heading to work. How are you feeling?" He couldn't stop beating himself up about yesterday. In such a critical moment, he'd completely frozen-meanwhile, fifty-year-old Sebastian had jumped into action without hesitation. It was humiliating. And yet he'd dared to say he loved her?

If he couldn't even protect the woman he liked when she was in danger, what right did he have to talk about love? Even Steven couldn't convince himself anymore. Clara replied, "A night's rest did wonders. I'll probably need to take a few days off though." Steven nodded quickly. "Of course. Already arranged. Just focus on recovering. And about yesterday... I'm sorry." "What are you saying? I should be thanking you for helping!" Clara didn't dwell on it. Self-preservation was human instinct, after all. Besides, he had helped call for backup. She pointed to the couch. "Come, have a seat!"