Chapter 214
Clara listened to the accusations on the phone, apologizing over and over, and then she was shocked to hear
that Johnny was bedridden. No wonder Quinn had shown up today instead.
Quinn held the partnership contract between their two companies in her hand. If she had it right, this was the
project Johnny had poured two years of effort into. But now, Ferguson Corporation was reaping all the rewards,
thanks to Quinn. This move could destroy the Bradford family's hard-earned chance to climb the corporate
ladder, and she wondered if Johnny even knew.
Clara couldn't sit still any longer. She immediately asked Dylan for stoff and drove straight back to the
Bradford family home. The atmosphere there was grim, and everyone looked at her as if they'd seen a ghost
when she walked in.
Clara went straight to Johnny's room and headed upstairs. The room was filled with the smell of medicine. She
gently pushed the door open and could hear Johnny coughing. In such a short time, his health had taken a turn
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When Johnny saw her, he was initially taken aback, then managed a weak, bitter smile. Was he also on the brink
of leaving them?
Clara sat at the bedside and pulled out the contract. "Johnny, | remember the company had a big project in the
works for two years. Is this it? Today Quinn went to Ferguson Corporation, and | found out she handed this
project over to them yesterday. The contract is signed. Was this your decision?"
As she spoke, she realized Johnny was staring intently at her. "Johnny?"
It took him a moment to snap out of it, almost tumbling out of bed in the process. Clara rushed to steady him,
not expecting the sudden slap that cnext. Her head whipped to the side, caught off guard by the
unexpected blow.
Johnny was shaking all over, looking as though he might collapse at any moment. "You used to fake death all the
time. | never carde about it too much since you always showed up on your own. But this time, your brother's
been in a coma for ages, and you've been pretending to be dead. Clara, do you have no feelings for this family
at all? When your grandfather died, | promised him I'd guide you, but your actions have only becmore
defiant."
Clara touched her cheek. She just thought no one in the Bradford family truly cared for her, which was why she
hadn't bothered to call. But her decision had clearly hurt Johnny.
Johnny sat hunched on the bed, his fingers still trembling with anger. Clara stayed silent for several minutes
before finally saying, "I'm sorry."
Johnny coughed harshly a few times, then gave a bitter smile. "I really don't know how to deal with you. You
seem caring and understanding, yet you're so stubborn about Simon. When your grandfather passed away, you
knelt outside my study for a week. | thought maybe you weren't beyond hope, but you still chase after Simon.
Clara, you won't even callDad now, and | don't know where | went wrong."
Facing Clara, he felt powerless. Part of him blamed her for Walter's death, but the family ties couldn't be severed,
leaving him in pain.
Clara quickly poured him a glass of water and knelt beside the bed. As Johnny spoke, she felt her heart ripping
apart. She saw the helplessness of a father.
Johnny didn't take the water but covered his mouth, coughing hard, blood appearing in his palm. Clara's eyes
widened in shock, and she quickly grabbed tissues to clean it up.
Johnny waved her off, his eyes lacking any spark. Clara silently set the glass down, hesitate to offer comforting
words but finding none.
Johnny coughed for a full minute, his face turning red, before finally asking, "All the senior executives and |
prepared that project for two years. Our family's situation has worsened year after year, and we were counting
on it to turn things around. You're saying Quinn gave it to Ferguson Corporation?"
Clara laid the contract out before him. "It's clearly written in black and white."
As a businessman, Johnny understood the contract immediately. It was like handing over a golden opportunity on
a silver platter.