Dr Clara 소설 & 이야기

“No, he’s not my real dad. Just adopted me.” Dr. Clarissa shook her head in reverence. “You are just wonderful, sir.” “Thank—” Seraphina interrupted.“Right. Yeah well, Dr…Claudia…” “Clarissa,” Dr. Clarissa corrected her with a genuine smile. “Right. Dr. Clarissa, do you mind giving us a ride back to the pack since you are headed there?” Dr. Clarissa nodded. “It’s my pleasure.” Seraphina chuckled dryly. “You seem to like that word a lot,” she mumbled.

We came because the sky is the same above and below and is going to burn. Lady Meilin’s eyes widened with the purity of Clara’s magic. "The ancestral Dragon Core... you are the Luna of the Northern Keepers!" "I am Clara Vance, Supreme Luna of the Midnight Empire," Clara affirmed. She looked at Marcus. "Show them." Marcus stepped forward, tapping his wrist console.

Claire was sitting beside Ethan, laughing loudly as she showed him photos of nursery decorations on her phone. At the center of the room, sitting on the sofa near the crackling fireplace, was Clara. She had flown in from Colorado for the official signing of the medical agreement. She looked so much like Ryan the same bright, honest smile, the same warm blue eyes, and the same open, generous spirit that ran deep through their family bloodline. Adrian sat on the armchair beside the sofa, holding a glass of apple cider, watching her with a quiet, boundless gratitude. "I still can't believe it," Clara laughed, taking a small bite of apple pie. "When the director sent over the official file and I

Theo had connections, that guy he’d hired to break into Diana’s apartment, maybe he could help me track down Harper Piers maybe… “Mom?” I froze on the stairs and looked up to see Clara standing at the top, still fully dressed in her clothes from the rally, her phone clutched in both hands and her face so pale she looked like she might be sick. “Clara? What are you doing up, it’s almost midnight.” “I need to show you something.” Her voice was shaking and thin, like she was trying not to cry. I climbed the rest of the stairs quickly, tucking my phone into my pocket. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Clara looked from one officer to the other, her expression shifting from controlled to faintly annoyed, like she couldn’t believe she was still having to explain herself. “You’re acting like I harmed him,” she said, her tone sharper now. “When all I did was stop what was already being done to him.” The officers didn’t respond, so she continued. “Do you even know what was going on in that house?” she asked. “Do you know who was in charge of his treatment?” One of them leaned back slightly. “Go on.” Clara exhaled through her nose. “Richard Greyson brought in a doctor,” she said. “A so-called specialist.”

I would play it better. --- Meanwhile, across town… Claire gripped the steering wheel with one hand while holding her phone to her ear with the other. “Get everything there is to know about Liam Raul King,” she said into the line, her voice steady and commanding. “Everything, even before he became who he is today. You can do that, can’t you?” “Of course, madam. Thank you for using our service,” the voice on the other end replied smoothly. Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Heads bowed unconsciously and a small smile spread on my lips as my back remained straight. Shock registered on Clara's face and my smile spread wider. He smiled back and I stopped. Clara sat two chairs away from him with a pout on her beautiful face before breaking into a nervous giggle. “Anyways, Alpha Dante. My name is Clara and I can help with anything… special you need.” She popped open another button on her dress, her chest now almost fully exposed. Brandon’s hand tightened around his fork and I felt him stiffen beside me. “Clara. A word. Now.”

Clarissa scrolled through contacts on her phone until she found the name she was looking for. Dr. Marlowe. A middle-aged female doctor who used to work at an illegal abortion clinic before quietly retiring due to licensing issues. They met a few years ago at a charity event—and Clarissa was smart enough to maintain contact with people who were... useful in certain situations. Clarissa pressed the call button. Two rings before a hoarse voice answered. "Yes?" "Dr. Marlowe," Clarissa greeted in a professional voice but with urgency behind it. "This is Clarissa Sterling. We met at—"

Maybe she expected me to come crying, I was just confused at this point. “Can I see her profile?” I murmured out “Sure” Shaun responded and immediately swiped on his phone. “Dr Clara, a highly respected surgeon who has never had a failed surgery. A woman of zeal with a flawless record. Beyond the operating room, Clara is a business woman with a lot of landed property to her name. Despite her success, Clara's heart and compassion towards children remained strong. She owns and run an orphanage home where she provide shelter, love and education to abandoned children”

Adrian stared at it. Then looked toward Clara. "The override." Clara understood immediately. "The doctor's console." Dr. Aris grabbed the handheld device from the console. "Don't touch that." Clara moved first. She slammed into Dr. Aris. The two women crashed against the medical equipment. The handheld console flew from Dr. Aris's grip. Dr. Aris recovered quickly. She twisted Clara's arm behind her back. Clara gritted her teeth. "You really should stop underestimating people."