NovelGoldChapter 231 Liam sprang to his feet, the leather couch emitting a loud squeak that cut through the room.
He fixed his gaze upon the yellowed medical records on the coffee table, "I'll look into it." Ms. Linwood's situation was nothing short of tragic. Just hearing about it made his heart clench as if gripped by an invisible hand, feeling a deep injustice on her behalf.
He marveled inwardly, who could believe that such appalling parents could exist if they hadn't witnessed it themselves? If the Linwoods were truly responsible for this, merely bankrupting The Linwood Group would be far too lenient a punishment.
Just as Liam was about to step forward, Sean's deep voice broke the silence: "You need to rest. Let Jeffry handle it." Liam paused mid-step, instinctively turning his head.
Sean sat on the leather couch, slightly leaning forward with his hands clasped on his knees. His eyes bore an unprecedented coldness and determination.
Jeffry-full nJeffry Moore.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was known as the living legend who single-handedly dismantled a drug lord's hideout in the jungles of the Golden Triangle. After retiring, Sean, with his keen eye, recruited him as a driver.
On the surface, Jeffry appeared calm and quiet, but behind the scenes, he used his exceptional skills to help Sean tackle numerous tough problems.
Liam knew his boss's temperament well enough to realize that this time, Sean was truly angered.
With Jeffry involved, every hidden secret would be unearthed, and the Linwoods' dirty deeds would be laid bare, going back generations.
Liam slowly sat back down, and the living room seemed to be enveloped in an invisible gloom, suffocating in its oppressive silence.
Claire felt an overwhelming weight in her heart as her eyes swept over everyone present. The looks they gave her were filled with sympathy and sorrow.
Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, throbbing with pain.
The anguish surged over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and struggling to maintain her composure. She didn't want to break down in front of everyone, nor did she want to worry these people who cared for her. So she forced herself to appear calm, though she alone knew how shattered her heart truly was. Claire's voice was weak and trembling, yet she made a valiant effort to keep it steady: "I-I'm going to my room." As she stood, dizziness overtook her, and her vision blurred, her body swaying precariously.
Sean, Liam, and Victor leapt to their feet, reaching out to support her almost simultaneously.
Aberdeen, Grace, and May also instinctively stepped forward, their faces etched with concern and empathy.
But Claire, driven by sheer willpower, steadied herself, biting her lip to keep from falling.
She lifted her head and attempted a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just stood up too quickly." Even though her smile was strained and her body still unsteady, she maneuvered around the couch, intending to head upstairs.
"Miss, breakfast is ready. Please have something to eat," May gently urged.
Claire watched May's lips move and shook her head slightly, "May, I'm not hungry. You all go ahead." Her steps were slow and heavy, each one feeling as if she were treading on air, weak and unsteady.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMay's heart twisted at the sight of Claire's frail and limping figure, tears nearly welling up in her eyes. Recalling the coldness Claire endured during her years with the Linwood family, May's heart ached profoundly. Not only were they harsh and unkind, but they even coveted her kidney-utterly inhumane.
May's eyes reddened, nearly brimming with tears of compassion.
Instead of heading to her bedroom, Claire went straight to the sewing room.
She moved to the window, where the warm sunlight fell upon her paper-white face, yet failed to bring her any warmth.
Outside, the garden was in full bloom, the flowers a vibrant riot of colors red like fire, pink like the dawn, white like show-and the air was thick with their heady fragrance.
Mr. Foster had chosen this room especially for her, saying, "Whenever you're weary, stand here and take in the beautiful scenery and fresh air.
It'll ease your fatigue. It's perfect for you." In the past, standing by the window always lifted her spirits.
But this time, no view, no matter how beautiful, nor the strongest scent of flowers could dispel the darkness clouding her heart.
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