Chapter 117
Claire’s eyes blazed with fury as she glared at the driver in front of her. “Move,” she demanded, enunciating each word with icy precision. Yet, the driver acted as though he hadn’t heard her. His eyes were full of disdain, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. To him, Claire was nothing more than an annoyance. He looked her up and down with a sneer, and in a show of disrespect, he sniffed dismissively, not even bothering to budge
Claire’s anger flared like a wildfire. “I said, move!” Her voice rose sharply, tinged with a hint of hysteria. She reached out, pushing against him in frustration. But the driver was built like a mountain, solid and unyielding. Claire might as well have been pushing against a brick wall for all the good it did.!!
Suddenly, the driver’s massive hand swung towards Claire’s face with alarming speed, creating a whoosh in the air. May, who had been. standing close behind Claire, watched in horror. Without thinking, she lunged forward to pull Claire away.
“Smack!” The slap landed squarely on May’s face, sending her sprawling to the ground like a leaf in the wind.
“May!” Claire’s eyes filled with pain and anger, her cheeks flushed with emotion. Ignoring her own pain, May slowly picked herself up, her fingers trembling as she pointed accusingly at the driver. “You’re nothing but the Linwood family’s driver, and you dare lay a hand on the young lady?”
The driver merely scoffed, a mocking grin spreading across his face. “Young lady? Who are you kidding? The only young lady of the Linwood family is Vanessa. Claire is nothing.”
Claire’s fists clenched, her body shaking with rage.
At that moment, Aberdeen and Grace were walking towards the hospital room, having just completed the admission paperwork. They stopped in their tracks, witnessing the driver’s brazen insolence as he berated Claire.
Aberdeen’s gaze settled on Claire, his eyes widening in surprise as he studied her intently. “Doesn’t that young woman look just like our granddaughter–in–law?”
Grace squinted, realization dawning. She recognized Claire from the photograph. It was no wonder the image had seemed so familiar. This was the girl she had rescued at Southtown Station over a month ago.
“Grandmother, remember the girl I told you about from Southtown Station? Grace said excitedly.
“I remember. Why bring it up now?” the elderly lady asked, puzzled.
That girl is her Grace pointed to Claire, her voice filled with emotion.
“What?” The old lady almost lost her balance in shock. When Grace had recounted the story, she had suspected that the girl must have been fleeing a dire situation at home. A young woman escaping to a train station at night was certainly in distress. Her heart had ached for the girl back then, and now, knowing she was her granddaughter–in–law, her concern doubled.
The driver raised his fist again, his face twisted with malice as he moved to strike Claire. He looked like a beast ready to devour its prey. Furious, the old lady sprang into action. She was not one to tolerate injustice, especially against her family. Without hesitation, she swung her cane at the driver. “You big bully, picking on a young girl! I’ll teach you a lesson!”
Her strikes were relentless and forceful, the cane landing with a thud, quickly reducing the driver to a bruised and battered state.
Claire stood there, stunned by the sudden tum of events. She never expected an elderly stranger to come to her aid so fiercely.
The driver, recovering from his shock, roared in anger. “You old hag, you’re asking for it!” He grabbed the cane with a swift motion, easily wrenching it from the old lady’s grasp. Raising it high, he aimed to strike her down.
