Chapter 507

Something like eye muscle spasms would have been Clara's specialty.

Garrett coughed into his fist. "No need. I'm fine. Just haven't been sleeping well lately."

He quickly turned to Matilda, eager to change the subject. "Matilda, your ankle must really hurt, huh? Pretty bad, right?"

Matilda pretended not to hear. 'These two little brats!'

On the other hand, Clara looked genuinely worried. "Are you