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?"

were all watching him with a complicated mix of expressions. These were people from prominent families, and even though they looked down on Claire for her past, their upbringing wouldn't

unable to remain silent. "Mr. Ethan, it was indeed Vanessa who bumped into her. We

someone taking the lead, others nodded

family in front of Cresthaven's elite. He knew his sister well-Claire was spiteful and vengeful, capable of any deceit. There was nothing she wouldn't

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

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

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

but ignored that Claire had been knocked

they were so keen on disgracing her, Claire decided she had no reason to protect their reputation.

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

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