Chapter 11

Claire felt a surge of anger rise from the pit of her stomach. She pushed herself

up from the ground, but the pain in her leg made her stagger. She gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Ethan.

"Mr. Ethan, you certainly have a talent for speaking without thinking!" she snapped. "It was Vanessa who ran into me, yet you blame me without knowing the facts. What is it? Does blaming me come so easily that it costs you nothing?"

"You-" Ethan began, but Claire cut him off.

"There are dozens of witnesses here," she said, gesturing around the room. "So tell me, is it me who's blind, or is it you, Mr. Ethan?"

from prominent families, and even though they looked down on Claire for her past, their upbringing wouldn't allow them to

them spoke up, unable to remain silent. "Mr. Ethan,

taking the lead, others nodded

front of Cresthaven's elite. He knew his sister well-Claire was spiteful and vengeful, capable of any deceit. There was

did bump into you, it was an accident. Couldn't you have stepped aside? You did

words, Claire felt her blood boil, her mind buzzing with anger, almost losing her grip on sanity. Step aside? She could barely walk without a limp, let alone move quickly to avoid

for her limp ever since she was released

fall but ignored that Claire had been knocked over

no reason to

wounds stark against her pale skin. Her palm wasn't spared either; blood oozed

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