Chapter 46 The rain pounded against the noot , a relentless Hatton that mined the chans in Clara's mind . She reached nut and turned on the light , the warm glow filling the room as she pulled herself out of bed Crossing the room , she shut the window to blockout the chill . Her eyes fell on the empty and quiet house as she tumed back . Sleep was the last thing on her mind . Clara grabbed a jacket and slipped it on before stepping out of her bedroom . She walked into the small study across the hall , where a corner was set up with a easel , some paints , and some sketchpads - materials her aunt had sent her just days ago . When the package arrived , Clara immediately understood Katrina's intentions . But her hand . She clenched her fist instinctively , looking down at it. Slowly , she approached the easel and palled off the cloth draped over it . She sat down and picked up a paintbrush , dipping it into the colors with practiced ease . Yet , the moment the tip of the brush touched the paper , her hand began to tremble uncontrollably Flashes of the pain seared into her memory - her wrist pierced by the blade . The phantom ache was so vivid it made her hand spasm . The brush strokes she laid down were jagged and shaky , the lines barely coherent . When she looked at what she'd created , the mess of colors was unrecognizable . Frustration and despair surged through her , and she knocked over the tray of paint , the vibrant colors splattering across the floor . Clara buried Her face in her hands , her sobs muffled by the storm outside . The downpour drowned out her cries , giving her a fleeting sense of privacy , a space to space to let the weigh much time had passed when a knock suddenly broke through the sound of the rain . At first , she thought it was her imagination . But then she heard it again . weight of her emotions pour out unchecked . She had no idea how " Clara , are you in there ? Say something if you are . " She froze . Was it Alexander ? Hurriedly , she wiped her face and stood from the chair , walking to the door . When she opened it , she found Alexander standing outside , rain dripping from his hair and clothes . He looked thoroughly soaked and a little disheveled . " How did you get is ? " she asked , her voice full of surprise and a hint of unease . She instinctively to took a small step back Alexander didn't seem to notice her guarded reaction . His sharp gaze caught the redness of her eyes and the damp streaks on her cheeks . He paused , clearly " Were you crying ? " His voice faltered , uncharacteristically unsure . then turned away to wipe her face , trying to regalus composar . " I'm she said softly , shaking her head , " Why are you here so late ? " had locked the doors how had he gotten inside ? Alexander scratched the back of his neck , now acutely aware of how his actions might come across . He quickly explained , " I live next door . Our houses share a wall , cloud " Theat " from your place . It sounded like something fell , so I thought you might have gotten laut . " I knocked on the dour for a while , fout you didn't answer . I was worried , so I climbed over from the balcony to check Clara's Houghts ibu ked to the so Duf the paint tray crashing to the flour earlier . She hadn't realized this old house had such p The balcony . She vaguely remembered noticing how the two balconies were close enough to climb between , probably designed that way when the houses were li poor soundprooting built as part of the same property With the pouring so hard , ( sense star haidn't heard him at the front door Still , she was surprised be laod porse " Souy , I lacked over some paint . I didn " anto disturb you ," she said , clacing back toward the mess on the floor . Alexander followed her gaze and saw the paint splattered across the mom In "Angel From Above" by CrushReel, follow the journey of a young woman who, after a tragic loss at a tender age, finds herself in the care of neglectful relatives. At eighteen, a fateful act of kindness towards a stranger unveils a surprising connection to a billionaire's mother. This CEO-driven modern drama unfolds against the backdrop of wealth and power, set within the luxurious confines of mansions and offices. The protagonist's transformation, from a troubled past to newfound connections with affluence, forms the core of this ongoing narrative. As she navigates through societal expectations and personal growth, themes of resilience and self-discovery take center stage. What sets "Angel From Above" apart is its compelling blend of emotional depth and aspirational storytelling. Readers are drawn into a world where personal struggles meet with the allure of opulence, creating a dynamic narrative that resonates with those seeking both drama and inspiration. Dive into this captivating tale on CrushReel for a unique exploration of ambition, relationships, and the quest for identity in the face of adversity.