The King of War Powerful Return

Haven't Answer

Clara and Brown stepped out of the hospital room, their footsteps heavy and slow. As they walked down the hallway, Clara felt her tears flowing faster, struggling to hold back the pain that seemed to grow deeper with each passing second. Brown squeezed her hand, offering silent support, his grip firm but gentle.

"Clara," Alex's voice suddenly cut through the air, sharp and filled with emotion. Clara froze for a moment, her body tense, then slowly turned around, her face stained with tears. "What are you doing here, Clara?" Alex stormed toward them, his expression full of anger.

Clara looked at Alex, her eyes red and swollen, her heart aching. "I came because I wanted to be here for Dad, Alex. He needs us," she said softly, but with a trace of determination in her voice.

Alex scoffed, his fists clenched at his sides. "Really? You’re playing the caring daughter now? After everything you’ve done?"

Clara took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising emotions inside her. "I never meant to hurt anyone, Alex," she replied quietly, her voice shaking slightly. "I just wanted to be with Brown. That doesn’t mean I don’t love Dad or all of you."

Alex’s face twisted in disbelief. "You abandoned us, Clara. You chose him over your own family. And now you think you can just show up like nothing happened?"

Brown stepped forward, his voice steady and calm. "Alex, this isn’t the time for this. Your father needs us right now."

But Alex ignored him, his focus entirely on Clara. "You chose him. And now you don’t get to act like you’re part of this family anymore."

Tears welled up in Clara’s eyes as she struggled to find the right words. "Alex, please. I never wanted to hurt you. But I’m not going to apologize for loving him."

Alex laughed bitterly, taking another step toward her, his anger boiling over. "Congratulations, Clara. You got what you wanted. You got to choose him, and now you’re not welcome here anymore."

Clara’s heart shattered at her brother’s words, the weight of his rejection more painful than she had anticipated. She looked toward their father, hoping for some sign of support, but he remained still, silent, his eyes closed in exhaustion.

With tears streaming down her face, Clara turned to Brown, her voice trembling with sorrow. "Let’s go, Brown. There’s nothing left for us here."

Brown nodded solemnly, his own heart heavy with the weight of Clara’s pain. Together, they walked out of the hospital room, leaving behind the echoes of a family torn apart by love, pride, and unresolved resentment. As they walked away, Clara couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a way to mend the rift between them, or if she had lost her family forever.

As Clara and Brown left the hospital, the cold night air hit Clara’s face like a harsh reminder of how much had changed. The sounds of the city felt distant, almost muffled, as if the weight of everything that had happened had silenced the world around her. They walked in silence for a few moments, only the sound of their footsteps breaking the stillness.

"Clara, I'm so sorry," Brown finally said, his voice low and full of concern. He gently touched her shoulder, his eyes searching her face.

Clara looked up at him, her expression soft but filled with sorrow. "It's not your fault," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves in the wind. "I don't even know how things got this far."

Brown sighed, his gaze fixed on her. "You know you're not alone in this, right? Whatever happens, we’ll face it together."

Clara managed a small, shaky smile. "I know. It's just... it hurts so much. I never thought it would come to this."

They continued walking, their pace slow as they navigated through the dark streets. Clara’s phone buzzed in her pocket, the vibration jarring in the quiet night. She pulled it out and saw another message from Alex. Her heart dropped. It was short, to the point: “Don't bother coming back. You’re dead to me.”

Clara stared at the screen for a long time, the words searing into her like a fresh wound. Brown, seeing her freeze, leaned in, looking over her shoulder. "What did he say?"

Clara’s voice was barely a whisper as she read the message aloud. "He said I’m dead to him."

Brown’s expression darkened, and he reached out, pulling Clara into a gentle embrace. "I’m so sorry, Clara. He doesn’t mean that. He’s just angry."

Clara didn’t pull away. Instead, she allowed herself to lean into him, her shoulders trembling with quiet sobs. "I don’t know what to do anymore. I love him, I always have. But... I can’t keep trying to fix everything. It’s too much."

"I know," Brown murmured, his voice soft but firm. "And you don’t have to fix it all right now. We’ll get through this, one step at a time."

They continued walking, their steps steady but slow. As they reached the apartment, Clara felt an overwhelming exhaustion settle over her. She wasn’t just physically tired from the emotional rollercoaster of the day; she felt drained in every possible way. Brown unlocked the door and held it open for her, letting her step inside first.

The apartment was quiet, the faint hum of the refrigerator the only sound. Clara stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next. "I just... I don’t even know how to begin to repair things with my family."

Brown watched her, his expression softening. "Clara, you don’t have to have all the answers right now. Take it one day at a time. And remember, you have me. I’m not going anywhere."

Clara nodded, grateful for his unwavering support. She sat down on the couch, her hands clasped tightly together. "I just wish things could be different. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. But now... I feel like I’ve lost everything."

Brown knelt down in front of her, his eyes intense with sincerity. "You haven’t lost everything, Clara. You still have your heart. You have me. And if you’re willing to fight for your family, I’ll stand by you every step of the way."

Clara looked at him, her heart heavy but full of a quiet hope she hadn’t realized she still had. "Thank you, Brown. I don’t know what I would do without you."

Brown smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You’ll never have to find out. I’m not going anywhere."

For the first time in what felt like ages, Clara allowed herself to relax, leaning into the comfort of Brown’s words. There was still so much to face, so much to fix. But in that moment, she knew she didn’t have to do it alone.