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?"

quickly glanced around and saw that the guests were all watching him with a complicated mix of expressions. These were people from

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

taking the lead,

that Claire had intentionally disrupted Vanessa's birthday party to embarrass the Linwood family in front of

coldly, "Even if Vanessa did bump into you, it was an

buzzing with anger, almost losing her grip on sanity. Step aside?

disdain for her limp ever since she was released from prison, convinced it was just

Vanessa fall but ignored that Claire had been knocked over

no reason to

was shocking. Her elbow was a mess of blood, the angry red of her wounds stark against her pale skin. Her palm wasn't spared either; blood oozed from

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