Vincent Thorne froze for a moment. A dark glint flashed in his eyes before he let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Look at me now. I can barely move a muscle. Even if I wanted to coax her, I don't have the strength."
He was completely calm now, feeling little disappointment or resentment toward Claire Sherwood. Of course, he didn't feel a shred of affection for her anymore, either.
For ten years, he had indulged her. He had protected her, cherished her, and had eyes only for her. But what did he get in return?
Claire had never lacked men around her. Back when she was stalked by an obsessive maniac, Vincent had broken his back trying to save her. Yet she only visited him in the hospital once. Without a single apology, or even a basic word of thanks, she casually went abroad.
