“I intend to drive one last time before I retire, Clara. And nothing the doctor has said is going to change my mind.”For several seconds, Clara could only stare at him.Matteo lay against the raised hospital pillows, his face pale beneath the lights. An intravenous line ran into his arm, and exhaustion shadowed his eyes, but the stubborn set of his jaw remained unchanged.Even after collapsing in front of his team, even after hearing that his condition could kill him, he was determined to have the final word.“Then I suppose nothing I say matters either,” she replied.His expression shifted. “That isn't what I said.”“You didn't have to.” She rose from the chair beside his bed and walked toward the window. “You've decided what you're willing to risk, what you're willing to lose, and apparently, everyone else is expected to accept it.”“Clara, I'm not in the mood for an argument.”“Neither am I, Matteo. I'd rather be discussing your retirement announcement or arguing with you about so
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