Aethel Group.
Clara Jacobs walked into Aiden Sinclair's office, carrying a container of chicken soup she'd made herself.
Ever since she took a knife for Sophia Sawyer, even Jay Keane had become much more respectful, no longer stopping her from coming and going.
Aiden Sinclair had just finished a call. When he looked up and saw Clara Jacobs, a flash of impatience crossed his tired face.
"Why aren't you at the hospital?"
'Does he really see me as some kind of nursemaid?'
Clara Jacobs was annoyed, but she forced a smile. "Aiden, I'm not interrupting, am I? I heard from Jay Keane that you haven't rested in days, so I made some chicken soup for you. You should try some."
Aiden Sinclair frowned. "Just leave it. I'm busy."
Clara Jacobs set the container down. Seeing Aiden bury his head in his work again, she raised her voice. "Aiden, I can actually help you get through this crisis."
Aiden Sinclair looked up at her.
