The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 176

After Eric's phone call with Derek and Evelyn in the garage, he stood there, staring into space with a cold knot in his chest as he wondered how Claire was going to feel about Sandra being arrested. Ever since the last meeting at Evelyn's place, Claire had been a shadow of herself, and she hardly said a word or smiled anymore.

She was always staring into the distance, and he knew all of this was affecting her more than she was letting on.

As much as he knew that this was the right course of action to take, he was worried about the effect all of this would have on Claire and their marriage.

Eric sighed deeply as he returned to the bedroom to join Claire, who was already in bed. As he climbed back into bed, Claire shifted beside him and turned to face him, her eyes wide and worried in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Is Evelyn okay?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a tremor of anxiety.

Eric forced a reassuring smile, though his eyes betrayed his own unease. "Yes, everything is fine. They are handling it. You don't need to worry..."

"How can you ask me not to worry? If the situation was reversed, and it was Evelyn doing all that Sandra's been doing, wouldn't you be worried? Wouldn't you be anxious every moment?" Claire asked, her brow creased with frustration as she sat up to face him.

Eric sighed, reaching over to touch her hand, but she pulled away, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "I understand, Claire. I really do."

"No, you don't. Don't say you do when you don't." Her voice was firm and edged with anger that stung.

"Claire..."

"No one understands how I feel, Eric. You can't possibly understand how I feel about this as a mother," Her gaze dropped to the comforter as she took a shaky breath. "Maybe it's best we just... go to sleep. There's nothing left to say," she said, and without waiting for him to say anything, she lay back on her side and turned her back to him.

Eric hesitated, watching her for a moment before relenting. He knew her well enough to know she was done talking. He wished there was something he could do, but he didn't know what or how.

He flicked off the light at his side of the bed, plunging the room into darkness. He felt the bed shift as Claire rolled further away from him. He lay still, listening to the rise and fall of her breathing until he felt it even out, signaling she was asleep- or so he thought. After several minutes, he fell asleep, and immediately, Claire slipped out from under the covers quietly.

She walked stealthily across the room and slipped out the door, closing it softly behind her as she made her way to Sandra's bedroom.

was, Sandra was

to herself and to Sandra to try to rescue

happened earlier. She was also anxious to hear from the hitman about Evelyn. She needed to put an

heard the soft sound of footsteps outside her door, followed by a soft knock, she quickly jumped onto the bed and closed her eyes,

was no response, the door creaked open, and Claire stepped inside, her silhouette framed

didn't want to wake her daughter. Sitting on the edge, she gently brushed a few strands of hair away from Sandra's face,

tear slipping down her cheek, landing softly

she saw her mother's face streaked with silent tears, she sat up, alarmed.

She swallowed, her voice a fragile whisper. "Sandra... you're

What did I do?" She asked in confusion, wondering if

me about your conversation. You told her the

face contorted with a scowl. "Is that why you're

of Evelyn?" She scoffed, her tone sharp. "You're crying over her? In the middle

gaze deepening. "It's not just about Evelyn, Sandra. It's about you. The things you've said, the way you've behaved... it's

you're here to take her side, then, as

a mother are you? Why can't you be

shook her head slowly, struggling to maintain her composure. "Sandra, you're wrong. I'm here because I care about you

consuming you. It's

I'm doing all of this for us? I want us to have a better life. I want to be the one Dad is proud of. I want to inherit the family magazine. But you-" Her voice cracked, and she forced herself

eyes filling with sadness. "Do you even remember your father? I mean, your biological

"Why are you bringing that up?" She

at all costs... the greed." She paused, her hand trembling as she placed it on Sandra's shoulder. "I don't want you to end up like him. You

on her face. Claire's eyes darted to the phone, and