Chapter 130

Dario

My voice came out so hoarse, that I wasn’t even sure that I heard it.

“What?”

“Clara?” Gavin sounded just as aghast as me.

No. No, that shouldn’t have been possible. Why the hell would Agent Foster go after Clara’s medical license?

What the fuck did the asshole have to gain from doing that?

I gaped at my wife with wide eyes and a disbelieving look. Clara—my Clara could hardly match my gaze.