From Mr. Nobody to Mr. Perfect!

Chapter 108

The room settled after Clara’s removal in a way that felt unfamiliar, as though the walls themselves were adjusting to the absence of her voice. The tension did not vanish, but it changed shape. It no longer pressed outward in sharp bursts. It folded inward, heavy and expectant.

Mia lay still against the pillows, her hands resting on the thin hospital blanket. Her pulse was loud in her ears. Every sound felt amplified—the soft hiss of the oxygen line, the distant wheels of a trolley in the corridor, the muted beep of a monitor somewhere beyond the door. She stared at the ceiling and prepared herself for another blow. Experience had taught her that calm often came just before something broke.

Leon remained standing beside her bed. He did not sit, did not pace. His posture was steady, his presence deliberate. One hand rested lightly against the metal rail, not gripping it, just anchoring himself there. He did not look at the door. He looked at Mia, as if gauging whether she was still ho