NovelGoldChapter 215 The streetlights cast a dim, yellow glow, elongating and then shortening Ethan's disheveled shadow. He stared at Claire with eyes full of despair, as if all hope had crumbled at that very moment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce, Claire's gaze was filled with reliance and expectation, like a young deer yearning for approval-innocent and eager. Every the returned home, Claire would rush over to hand him his slippers, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she said, "Brother, you're back! You must be tired from a long day at work. Csit on the couch, and I'll massage your shoulders!" Those cherished memories played like a carousel in his mind, starkly contrasting with the cold, frost-like gaze Claire now directed at him. He struggled fiercely, but Liam held him firmly to the ground, leaving him to look up at Claire and Sean in a humiliating position.
"Claire, I'm your brother. Are you really going to stand by while a stranger treatslike this?" His voice was laced with resentment.
Claire stood silently, her figure slight yet resilient. Her eyes were as calm as a deep lake, without a ripple, as if she hadn't even heard Ethan's plea. This silence was more damaging than any words could be, shattering his heart into countless pieces.
He finally understood the Claire who once sought warmth and acceptance from her family was gone forever. Anger and frustration surged within him like a raging tide, crashing through his chest with no outlet for release. His face flushed, his features contorted as he spat out venomously, "Let's set our parents' issue aside. Where's Vanessa? You knew she cherished her looks, yet you had her head shaved. You're as malicious as ever." He emphasized "as ever" to justify his accusations against Claire, even though he knew deep down she hadn't been truly wicked. Claire listened without expression, as if Ethan's words were no more than an inconsequential breeze, unable to stir her heart.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"If you say so, then it must be," she replied softly, yet with a chill that couldn't be ignored.
Ethan faltered, as if he had punched a cushion. He couldn't believe Claire wouldn't even defend herself. He gritted his teeth, madness gleaming in his eyes, "Don't be smug. I'll rescue Vanessa soon enough. She's used to the finer things. She wouldn't want that old embroidery even if it was handed to her. How could she possibly have stolen it?" "I bet you purposely ruined that tapestry to frVanessa." Claire had heard such accusations too many times. Once, they would have saddened her, but now her heart was cold. She gently tugged on Sean's sleeve, her voice steady, "Mr. Foster, let's go. I don't want to talk to him anymore." Sean looked down at Claire, his icy gaze softening into endless gentleness. "Get in the car first," he said. Claire nodded slightly and, under Sean's tender watch, gracefully got into the car. The driver stepped forward, carefully arranging her dress before turning to block Ethan's view of Claire.
Ethan's eyes widened, as if they might burst from their sockets, and he shouted hysterically, "Claire, cout here!"
"Vanessa can't suffer in jail. You must cwithto the police station and tell them this was all your doing. You're the one spreading lies, you should be the one in jail."
His voice pierced the night, as if he was still trying to reclaim something. Sean's brow furrowed a flicker of Dassing through his eyes. He had never encountered someone so foolish in Northcrest City.
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