She was already twenty-two, yet her father still hit her like this...
Did he really think she wouldn’t fight back?
A flicker of disgust crossed Claire Sinclair’s eyes. She slapped her father’s hand away and stated blankly, "Dad, that’s enough. I was the one Logan Linden tried to drug and rape. I was the one who had him thrown in prison. If you want him out, the only way is to get on my good side."
She paused, her clear eyes sweeping over her father’s stunned face. "Especially you, Dad. Slap again. I dare you. I’ll imdiately call Quincy Manor and have them press more charges against Logan. Let’s see who goes down first: , beaten to death by you, or Logan, destroyed by ."
Peter Sinclair was rendered speechless.
lanie Sinclair lunged forward like a madwoman, ready to strike, but the mory of Claire’s warning stopped her. She resorted to words instead of violence.
"Claire Sinclair, so it was you who had Brother Linden locked up! You vicious woman! Brother Linden was so good to you, why would you do this? Why!"
"Heh..." A rciless smile touched Claire’s lips. "You and he were sneaking around behind my back for two years. How many tis did you sleep together? Did you think I knew nothing?"
lanie retorted matter-of-factly, "So what if you knew? The one Brother Linden loves is ! You were the one shalessly clinging to him. He wasn’t happy with you at all!"
"To be the other woman and still be this arrogant... you’re truly cut from the sa cloth as your mother," Claire sneered.
Before Mrs. Lowell married her father, she had been the mistress of a wealthy tycoon. lanie was Mrs. Lowell’s illegitimate daughter from that affair.
When the tycoon’s wife found out, she had the mother and daughter unceremoniously kicked out. With nowhere else to turn, she married Claire’s alcoholic father.
The marriage beca the butt of many neighborhood jokes back then, but her father, consud by his drinking, paid no mind.
Mrs. Lowell and her daughter, however, bullied Claire daily. To protect her, her older sister had resolutely taken her to try out for a training camp.
But Claire, due to her poor health, failed the selection. Her sister, however, was gloriously accepted.
Luckily, Claire was already eighteen by then and knew how to protect herself. To keep her sister from worrying, she always reported only the good news and never the bad in her letters.
She never dared to tell her sister that lanie had taken over their room. She never dared to tell her that she was forced to do all the chores and would be beaten if she didn’t. She never dared to tell her sister how unhappy she was at ho every single day...
There were so many things she didn’t dare to tell her sister.
For years, she had endured an inhuman existence. And it was that damn scumbag, Logan Linden, who had ironically given her the courage to move out.
But then it was that damned bitch, lanie Sinclair, who had snatched him away.
And it was that sa scumbag Logan who had so cruelly deceived her.
She was furious... How could she be the one to run into every awful thing imaginable!
Why couldn’t she be like her sister, free to do what she loved, to even sacrifice herself for a greater cause?
Instead, she had to live so pathetically, and now she had to be her sister’s substitute, marrying the man she’d always looked up to...
A person like her... what right did she have to marry Adrian Quincy?
Claire grew lost in her thoughts, completely tuning out the enraged curses of Mrs. Lowell and her daughter.
"You damn bitch, you think you’re so great just because you know people from Quincy Manor!"
"For a lowly slut like you, being raped by Brother Linden would have been a blessing!"
"Shaless!"
"Useless trash..."
Claire didn’t register what else Mrs. Lowell and her daughter scread at her, or what her father added. But it was a small rcy that they no longer dared to touch her.
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