Realizing that Ivy was simply worried about his safety, Balfour hugged her gently, his sigh a soft cloud in the quiet room.
"You know, your scent... it's like a lullaby to me. Next time, promise you'll be there to watch over me, okay?"
Every time Ivy thought back to that moment, a frown would crease her forehead. It seemed Clara wasn't ready to back down, setting her sights on Balfour.
Well, if there were a next time, she wouldn't hold back!
Clara had certainly paid the price for her actions.
The endorsement deals she had snagged while riding the wave of controversy had all evaporated. She had stepped on Ivy's toes to climb the social ladder, and once Ivy cleared the air, Clara's lies unraveled, her fleeting fame dissipating like smoke in the wind.
These days, Clara was a recluse, never stepping foot outside her door. Even when Tessa knocked, offering to take her out for a bite, Clara's only response was a storm of rage, hurling objects in fury.
"Get out! All of you, just get out!"
Tessa returned to the dining table, serving platter in hand, her frustration boiling over at Finn's indifference.
"Your daughter hasn't eaten in two days. Don't you care at all?"
Finn, barely looking up from his newspaper, grunted, "She's old enough to fend for herself, not some toddler. If she's hungry, she'll eat."
"That's not the point, Finn! Clara's sulking, breaking things, hiding away. She won't even face us."
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