When Does The Doctor Find Out Clara Is His Daughter Novels & Stories

"You can, Clara, you can actually, since when?" "Since before all this." I held her hands tight. "I got my sight back and I came home to surprise him. And I found him in our bed with Elara. And I heard them, Sophia. I heard them planning. The money, the girls, all of it. Getting me declared unfit. Taking Lily and Luna." "Oh my God."

"If Alyssa discovers the truth, she'll become their heir, since they have no other child." Clara looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. "That won't happen." The man frowned. "What do you mean?" "If no one has ever met their missing daughter..." Clara said calmly, "...then they won't know what she looks like." The room fell silent. Clara turned back to him. "Arrange a meeting with whoever represents that family." She smiled, relaxing back on her chair. The man shook his head, "They don't meet strangers."

"Hmm. I'm also disappointed. Your daughter actually trusted you to help her carry out her revenge. You already won the election with her help, you just could not keep it… just like you could not keep your dick in your pants." He clenched his teeth but said nothing, just offered me a forced smile, turned around, and left the room in fast strides. I took a deep breath to calm myself before walking out, responding to as many congratulations as I could. I was on my way back to the office when I got a call from Clara. I picked up right away, almost wringing my neck when I realized how desperate it looked. "Hi. Dad refused to tell me what happened." Her smooth voice drifted through the speaker. Sh

He didn’t care about hospital politics—only about saving lives. Just then, Clara’s phone rang. She held his gaze briefly, but when she saw the caller ID, her expression shifted. It was her father. Her heart raced with unease as she picked up the call. “Hello,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Clara, I just heard—your friend, Vivienne, has been kidnapped,” her father’s voice came through sharply. What?! “What?” she cried out, jolting from her seat. Without hesitation, she bolted for the door.

Delivered to him in an envelope with a clinic's letterhead and he had believed it completely because she was his mother and he had never once imagined she was capable of something this precise and this cruel. "How long have you known?" he asked. He was still facing the window. "Three weeks," Clara said behind him. "I found the payment record by accident. I wasn't looking for it." A pause. "I have been trying to figure out what to do with it ever since." "Why did you go to Aria first?" Silence for a moment.

When he came to, he clutched his burning cheek in shock. "Clara, did you just hit me?" Clara didn't say a word. She flung the report in his face. "What is this? After the accident, I delivered prematurely, and you were there the whole time. What happened to my baby? Whose child is Sarah?" A flash of tension crossed William's face as he read the report. "Clara, wait… It's not what it looks like. Let me explain—" "Explain?" Clara asked, letting out a bitter laugh.

he says. What did he just say? Clara is Fabian's daughter? That beast's daughter is my partner? Is fate playing games with me right now? I turn to look at Clara who looks equally as shocked as I am. This can't be happening! She doesn't look a single thing like that bastard. "Have you two reconciled? Is the girl some kind of peace offering?" he asks. "I will kick you out of here if you don't watch what you are saying!" I warn him, and he shrugs his shoulders.

George says. “George, what are you doing here?” Dad asks. “My wife is your daughter’s boss.” He says. “What?” Mom asks, “Why didn’t you tell me, honey?” “Do you know them?” I ask my parents. “I didn’t tell her so she won’t feel awkward and also I wanted to shock her.” Clara says. “George here is Heather's friend and their family doctor. And their daughter is Richard and Heather's third god daughter.” Dad says. “Oh! That is nice. Now I am curious to meet her more.” I say.

It was impossible for me to say or process a thing. Velma was my daughter- I finally found out the truth, but in the most horrible way possible. Velma was my daughter. "What are you doing?" Clara asked as she tugged at my shirt. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it. I am sorry, okay? I know I shouldn't have, but now that it has come to this, you have to help me! You have to help me, please!" Of course, I was going to help her. I pressed my hand over my temple as I nodded hastily, too rushed to properly speak. "Where's the doctor? Take me to where he is," I said, and Clara continued to lead me down the hallway.

Alex and Sophia told her but she was too engrossed. After twenty minutes of conversing with Jane’s Dad. Clara began sobbing. Alex came close and realized Clara was crying. “What is the matter? What did you say to her?” Alex already made a fist wanting to punch Jane’s Dad. “He didn't do anything, Alex. He is my father.” Clara responded. “Who do you mean?” Alex asked, slowly taking down his hands. Then the four of them went inside and Jane’s Dad narrated how he met Clara’s mum and how she never told him she was pregnant but he recognized Clara through a mark in her eyes and now his suspicions were true.