Hesitation flitted across Newell's face before he agreed. "Sure thing! I've got nothing much on my plate right now. The clinic is well-managed by others, and my kid's in school, so I don't need to fuss over him. We can definitely have a blast over some drinks."
"How about tomorrow?" Elio seized the opportunity, afraid Newell might change his mind. "Isn't that a bit too soon?"
"Not at all. I'm actually looking forward to seeing you!"
"Alright then, tomorrow it is! I'll bring a bottle of fine whiskey, and we won't call it a night until we've had our fill."
Newell chuckled, "Deal, we'll paint the town red!"
After hanging up, Elio gripped his phone tightly, his hand clenched. He had made his choice, unable to turn a blind eye to the voice of his conscience.
If Emmett and Clara could make it through this ordeal, he was ready to let go.
Nestor's words were not wrong, but he truly could not ignore the value of a human life.
With most of the Melendez family at the hospital, Clara thought the kids would be less guarded.
So she sneaked towards the children's room.
Just as she suspected!
The guards at the door had been reduced from three to one, likely reassigned to guard the main entrance.
But even with just one, she could not get past him! Forcing her way through would only alarm others and complicate matters.
She racked her brain for a solution and decided the only way was to wait for the kids to come out. Then, she could lure them away to talk.
But without any means of contacting them, how could she coax them out?
Suddenly, an idea struck Clara. She turned and hurried back to the servants' quarters.


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