Chapter 4
Clara felt the sting of the slap. Her head tilted slightly to the side, and her eyes were completely void of any light 2
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Quann rushed over to Naomi, trying to calm her down. “Mom, I’m really okay. There’s only a million in the account. I just worry if my keeps spending like she used to, we’ll be left with nothing“–
Clara’s throat ached fiercely as she yanked open the door of a nearby parked taxi. “Take me to
But her mind was a blank canvas, unable to recall any destinations. All she could do was watch through the window as the family of four slowly made their way back inside
The taxi driver glanced at her and asked, “Are those people your family or your enemies? You didn’t say a word before and just took a slap. Forget the fare. I’m not charging you. Please get out”
Tears Clara had been holding back spilled over instantly. She wanted to ask herself too if they were family or foes.
In the distance, Quinn held Siman’s hand, a glint of triumph in her eyes. “Mom, Simon, do you think Clara really has amnesia? Should we call her back in?“:
Naomi’s expression darkened, her words dripping with disdain. “If she had amnesia, she wouldn’t have found her way here! Simon, you should call off the engagement with her soon. You need to treat Quinn right. She’s been through so much. As her mother, I can’t bear to see her struggle again”
“Naomi, don’t worry. I’ll take care of Quinn for the rest of my life.”
As for Clara, even though he and Clara had grown up together, he had grown tired of her antics over the years. Besides, when Clara and Quinn went out together years ago, it was Quinn who got kidnapped.!!
d her to run for help.
Five years ago, when Quinn was finally found, everyone learned that Quinn had protected Clara and told
Clara did run but didn’t lift a finger to help, leaving her sister to be taken. Such behavior was despicable. After Quinn was found, Clara bullied her because she believed Quinn had stolen all the affection.
Whenever Simon showed any hint of defending Quinn, Clara would throw a fit, leading to the mess they were in. She had brought this upon herself.
Clara sat alone on the curb, still in her hospital gown, looking frail and vulnerable. A car pulled up next to her.
“Clara?”
A young girl’s voice called out. Clara looked up, recognizing the face but unable to place it
“Did you have another fight with Simon? You didn’t even change out of your clothes before storming out?”
“Who are you?”
Megan sighed, opening the passenger door. “Just get in. No wonder people get annoyed with you you pull the same stunt too many times I honestly don’t know why you’re so hung up on Simon.”
Clara got in, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. Megan drove to her apartment complex. “Stay at my place tonight. I know you’ll be
I rushing back to him first thing in the morning.”
Clara followed her inside, politely changing her shoes in the entryway. She recognized the layout of the apartment, indicating that this person was a good friend. She sat on the sofa as Megan handed her a cup of water. Clara held the cup, finally feeling some warmth creeping back into her body.
Megan yawned, clearly exhausted. “I’m going to take a shower. You can sleep in the usual roon. Remember to take your clothes with you
when you leave in the morning
“I wish you’d stand up for yourself a bit more. Don’t cave into Simon so quickly. But every time you leave, it’s never more than three days before he calls and has you running back to him. No wonder he and his buddies don’t take you seriously. Get a clue, Clara. If you ever truly lose your memory. Ell celebrate with fireworks.”%
