Liam strode towards me, his shirt collar loosely open, his hair disheveled, and the slight smile on his lips that he couldn't quite suppress instantly transformed into perfectly measured anxiety when he met my "blank" eyes. He caught my swaying body, and the warmth of his hand on my arm felt like a branding iron chilled to the bone, making me shiver.
"Clara? Why are you back?" His voice was deliberately softened, but his gaze swept back and forth across my face, carrying a hint of probing. "When you first came back... you didn't hear anything, did you?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I instantly understood that he was warning me. I immediately lowered my head, my shoulders shaking uncontrollably, my voice hoarse and choked with sobs: "I didn't hear anything... I'm blind, and it took me ages to find my way to the door, Liam, I'm so scared..."
I gripped his sleeve tightly, as if grasping at a last straw, and abruptly turned my attention to the lawsuit, my voice filled with hysterical despair: "I'm going to sue! That child ruined my eyes, I want his guardian to pay! The lawyer said the lawsuit was dropped because you signed the letter of understanding, right? Why did you do that?!"