Chapter 948 Don't Take It Lightly
Seeing the situation, Lyra felt a bit relieved. She quietly approached Clara, crouching down beside her and gently asked, "Hey, Clara, you doing okay?"
Clara stiffened at the sound of Lyra's voice, slowly lifting her tear-streaked face, her eyes red and swollen.
When she realized it was Lyra and Jeffery, she looked surprised for a moment, then turned her head away, muttering through her tears, "What are you guys doing here? Here to make fun of me?"
Lyra quickly moved closer, trying to comfort Clara, but Clara suddenly fixed her gaze on Jeffery and shouted hysterically.
"Mr. Gray, can you just leave me alone? Seeing you right now just ticks me off. I only want to talk to Lyra. Go away, as far as possible, and stop hovering around me!"
Jeffery frowned slightly, feeling a twinge of helplessness. Seeing Clara so upset, he didn't want to provoke her further. He glanced at Lyra, giving her a reassuring look.
Without saying a word, he turned and walked deeper into the park until his figure disappeared behind the lush greenery, out of Clara's sight.
From a distance, only a vague outline remained, completely leaving Clara's view.
Once Jeffery was gone, Clara relaxed a bit. She wiped her tears with her hand, but her shoulders still trembled with uncontrollable sobs.
Lyra sat down beside Clara, gently handing her a handkerchief from her pocket, speaking softly, "Clara, wipe your face. You don't want to cry yourself sick."
Clara took the handkerchief, wiping her face haphazardly, sniffing as she turned to Lyra, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Lyra, tell me, what do I lack compared to you? From the first moment I saw him, my heart was full of him. But why can't he see me?"
Lyra sighed softly, looking at Clara with sincere eyes, "Feelings don't follow logic. It's not about who's better or worse."
"Jeffery and I have been through a lot together. Those tough times we endured brought our hearts closer."
"This isn't a competition of who's better; it's about a deep connection between two souls. I know your feelings for him are genuine, but love can't be forced."
Clara bit her lip, holding back for a moment before tears fell again.
"I know I can't force it, but I can't control myself. Just thinking about him being with you feels like a knife in my heart."
Lyra gently patted Clara's back.
"I get it. Letting go is tough, like cutting into your own heart. But if you keep focusing on the wound, it'll never heal."
"Try doing something else, find new joys, meet new friends, and let the colors of life cover the gray of this pain."
"Maybe one day, when you look back, you'll find that your world is still bright without him."
Clara gripped Lyra's hand tightly, her palm sweaty, her voice tinged with desperate hope, "Can I really do that? Can I really forget him?"
Lyra squeezed her hand firmly, saying with conviction, "You can, as long as you're willing to take that step."
Clara's eyes suddenly sparkled, as if she'd made a decision.
The next moment, Clara frowned, clutching her stomach, a shadow of pain crossing her face, her voice weak, "Lyra, I... my stomach's killing me. Maybe I got too worked up. Can you take me to that clinic by the road?"
Lyra, seeing this, was anxious and immediately agreed, "Sure thing, don't worry, I'll get you there."
With that, she carefully helped Clara up, quickly heading toward the park entrance.
Jeffery, who had been keeping an eye on them, saw them getting up to leave in a hurry and rushed over to ask, "What's going on? Is something wrong?"
Clara glanced up, a flash of annoyance crossing her face, and said through gritted teeth, "Mr. Gray, I'm not feeling well and just want Lyra with me. Don't follow us, just keep your distance. Seeing you only makes me more upset."
Jeffery frowned, full of concern but unable to argue, reluctantly agreeing, "Alright, be careful. If anything happens, call me right away."
With that, he stopped, watching their retreating figures, following at a distance.
Lyra supported Clara, moving quickly but steadily, softly reassuring her, "Clara, hang in there. We're almost at the clinic."
Clara weakly nodded, resting her head limply on Lyra's shoulder, but a glimmer of cunning and calculation flashed in her eyes, hidden behind her cascading hair.
Soon, they reached the small clinic by the road.
The place was small, the lighting dim, and the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.
The doctor on duty, a middle-aged man, got up as they entered, "What's the matter?"
Lyra said anxiously, "Doctor, my friend suddenly has severe stomach pain. Please take a look."
The doctor quickly had Clara lie on the bed, starting a thorough examination, pressing on her abdomen, and asking about her symptoms.
Clara answered, occasionally glancing at the door to ensure Jeffery hadn't followed them in, relaxing slightly.
Just as the doctor was about to use a stethoscope, Clara suddenly seemed to be relieved of all pain, sitting up quickly, her face calm, "Oh, doctor, I feel much better now. It doesn't hurt anymore. I think I'm fine."
The doctor, still holding the stethoscope, looked puzzled, frowning, "This isn't something to take lightly. You were in so much pain just now. We should do more tests to make sure there's nothing serious."
Clara, however, seemed not to hear, grabbing Lyra's hand urgently, "Lyra, let's go. I really feel fine now. Staying here makes me uncomfortable. I just want to leave."
With that, she pulled Lyra toward the door, ignoring the doctor's protests.
Lyra stumbled, full of concern, turning to the doctor, "I'm sorry, doctor. She might be too resistant. Could you..."
Now, she could only take Clara to the clinic.
As a doctor, she was also worried Clara might have other issues, especially without precise instruments at hand.
The doctor shook his head helplessly, hanging the stethoscope around his neck, "Alright, but if you feel unwell again, come back immediately. Don't take it lightly."
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