Charlotte knew she was being unreasonably overbearing.
But she couldn't help it.
Seeing Clara lying there—weak, pale, and crying on the hospital bed —made her lose all sense of logic.
At that moment, she didn't care about reason or propriety. She only wanted everything to fall into place according to her daughter's wishes so that Clara could recover —quickly, completely.
If it was about a movie … a role—
Then she would get it for her. No matter the cost.
"Liam, I don't know how you'll do it," she said, her voice tight with emotion. "I just know I can't bear to see my daughter like this."
Liam closed his eyes.
He knew exactly what his mother was asking of him.
And if it had been about anything else, he would have agreed without hesitation. He understood her feelings.
But this—
This was something he simply couldn't do.
