Hearing this, Luana felt even more guilty. "Clarissa, he got hurt trying to save me. Could you tell him to go back to the hospital first? I'll come to see him in a few days."
Clarissa latched onto the key phrase. "Save you? What's going on?"
Luana briefly explained the incident with Travis's private revenge.
Upon learning the truth, Clarissa shouted that she wanted to teach Travis a lesson.
However, upon hearing that Cline had already dealt with Travis, she immediately fell silent.
"So... you're with Cline now?"
Luana could only nod in affirmation, not daring to hide anything from Clarissa.
Clarissa sighed deeply and muttered, "What a complicated relationship," before hanging up the phone.
She put her phone in her pocket and, carrying a large pot of corn chowder, walked towards the entrance of the small apartment.
She had been excited to bring the soup to Luana to help her regain her strength, but as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she ran into Calvert.
Too shocked to react, she hid in the hallway.
After waiting for a long time, Calvert still hadn't left. Uncertain of the situation, she called Luana, but after more than a dozen attempts, Luana didn't answer, which almost drove Clarissa crazy.
Now that she knew they had met after five years and were getting along well, she felt less anxious.
Walking up behind Calvert, she saw him standing like a wooden post against the door frame, unmoving. She frowned slightly.
"Luana said she wants you to go back to the hospital first. She'll come to see you in a few days," she relayed Luana's message without even greeting Calvert, intending to leave immediately.
However, Calvert suddenly grabbed her arm.
When she turned around and met his bloodshot eyes, she was stunned.
"Clarissa..." he called out her name with a choked voice, sending a jolt through Clarissa's heart.
She had never acknowledged that he was Calvert, only seeing him as Albion.
So when he called her name just like in the past, Clarissa was genuinely shocked.
But she didn't respond, just coldly staring into his red eyes.
Back then, she had accompanied Luana to Washington to find him, only to be driven away by his bodyguards.
Later, she was persuaded by Luana to return to Los Angeles, where she faced the Coburn family's raid and the destruction of their photos.
Their rented apartment had been in disarray, and the furniture they had scrimped and saved to buy was all ruined.
What disappointed Clarissa the most was that he had tried to kill Luana.
These events had left a deep mark on her heart, and when they met again, she was filled with resentment.
"I'm sorry..." He seemed to muster all his courage to say this.
The apology, five years late, had cost him five years with them.
"The person you should apologize to is Luana," she said coldly. The one he had wronged the most in his life was Luana, not her.
"I'm sorry to you, and even more sorry to her..." he muttered, tightening his grip on Clarissa's hand.
His bloodshot eyes were filled with pleading. "Please tell me where she is. I have something very important to tell her."
Although Clarissa thought Calvert was acting strangely, she didn't want to dig deeper and pushed his hand away.
"She said she'll come to see you in a few days. You can tell her then."
"No, she's been taken away by Cline. That man won't let her come to see me..." Mentioning Cline, he was suddenly struck by a piercing pain and began to tremble all over.
He knew Luana had sold herself to save him, but he had no idea that the man who bought her was Cline.
If it weren't for the day Cline took Luana away from him, he might still be in the dark.
Thinking of that man, whose power and influence were even greater than his own, Calvert was filled with fear.
So afraid that he once again grabbed Clarissa's hand and pleaded pitifully, like a humble dog.
"Please, tell me where she is. If I can't find her, I'll go mad..."
Seeing Albion going crazy, Clarissa felt a pang of pity.
Back then, Albion, who had always been gentle, scolded Luana harshly.
She asked, "If Luana is so important to you, then why did you hurt her so badly five years ago?"
Calvert froze on the spot, his blood running cold: "I... hurt her?"
Seeing that he dared not admit it, Clarissa's pity vanished in an instant. "Five years ago, when Luana went to the Coburn house to see you for the last time, you kicked her twice, right in the chest. If someone hadn't found her, she would have died on the side of the road. Don't tell me you don't remember?"
No wonder Luana never came to see him again after that. It turned out that he had almost kicked her to death.
A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, filled with helplessness and pain, making him look even more tormented.
He slowly released Clarissa's hand, leaned against the door frame, and squatted down, his body racked with pain and cold sweat.
Seeing him like this, Clarissa's brows furrowed even deeper. "You're not planning to squat here and wait for her to come back, are you?"