As Ivy talked, a wave of anger surged through her. She felt a deep sense of injustice on behalf of Tessa.
For so many years, she had thought that after she left, their family would be able to live a good life. But things had not turned out as she'd hoped, and Tessa's situation was far from okay.
Clara was flustered, gripping her cellphone in her purse as Ivy confronted her. This was not how she had expected things to go.
"Who…who says I haven't been to see her? I've been taking care of her every single day, okay?
You're the one who just showed up. Of course, you don't know the ins and outs of it all. We consulted with different doctors who all said that stroke patients need rest and quiet, and this is the best place for that! What do you know about it?"
"Oh really? If you've been here every day, then tell me, where's the caregiver?" Ivy asked nonchalantly, clearly setting a trap that Clara walked right into.
"Where could the caregiver be? She's obviously in Tessa's room with us. We even hired a round-the-clock nurse to make sure she's never alone."
"Lies! There’s no one but herself in the ward."
Balfour's voice was icy cold as he delivered the accusation.
With both Balfour and Ivy so confidently pressing her, Clara couldn't help but laugh. She crossed her arms with a careless attitude as she retorted, "Even if you two couldn't care less about Mom, you could at least pretend. Dad and I went out of our way to hire a 24-hour caregiver in case we were too busy to look after her ourselves. And now you have the nerve to tell me the caregiver isn't there? So, where is she?"
Clara was secretly pleased that she had insisted on a round-the-clock caregiver. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to justify herself now.
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