StartNovelChapter 281
"Mr. Smith..."
"Clara!"
They spoke in unison, their voices colliding in the tense air. Dylan's eyes were a storm of mixed emotions, with a
flash of hurt beneath it all. "It's me. What's your plan now? Going to holdat gunpoint like last night?"
Clara was caught off guard. He seemed genuinely shaken by the previous night's events, so much so that his
tone was different from the norm.
She knitted her brows slightly. "Don't take last night to heart. It was unavoidable."
"Heh, you aimed a gun at me, and you say not to dwell on it?"
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"I wasn't trying to kill you. Last night you... never mind. | believe the whole Wellington family incident wasn't
your doing."
As she turned to leave, something tugged at her thoughts. She turned back to him, frowning. "But Mr. Smith,
you've been acting a bit off these past few days."
The way he questioned her felt as if their relationship was more than just boss and employee, yet that's all it was
just a straightforward superior-subordinate dynamic.
By the tshe got back to her desk, she was completely drained. Being soaked from the rain didn't help her
mood either. She decided to call it a day, heading hto change.
Back at her place, she found Cole and Ryan still around. Ryan, now dressed in men's clothes, was sprawled out
on the couch, sound asleep. Last night had taken its toll on everyone, and he was still out cold.
Clara moved quietly, noticing how diligently Cole was working on the research she needed.
She gave a nod of approval, changed her clothes, and headed back out, this tto the hospital to check on
Quinn. She wanted to know if last night's fire had anything to do with Quinn.
As she approached Quinn's hospital room, she overheard Naomi's voice.
"Quinn, did you have anything to do with the fire at the Wellington place last night?"
Quinn burst into hysterical laughter and flung a cup across the room. "Hahaha, it wasn't me, but it might as well
have been. You all had it coming. Who told you to treatlike dirt? If I'm going down, I'm taking everyone with
me!"
Naomi couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Quinn hard. Quinn's eyes burned with hatred as she glared at
her mother.
Naomi, rattled by her daughter's look, took several steps back.
"What's with that look? Do you think | owe you something?"
"Isn't it clear? You've always favored Clara over the years. Everyone in the Wellington family is the skind of
trash. | did so much, and you all turned a blind eye and coddled that brat Clara. So, you all deserve what's
coming. Is Johnny dead now? Serves him right!"
"Smack!"
Naomi, unable to contain herself, slapped Quinn again, her shoulders shaking with fury.
Her face was ashen. Losing her husband and now seeing her once-beloved daughter in such a monstrous light
made her question if this was her karma.
Seeing her mother's expression, Quinn laughed again, realizing Johnny was indeed gone.
"Mom, letbe honest. Grandfather's death was partly my doing too. I told him Clara was chasing Simon and
had let herself be used by many men. Cedric couldn't handle it and fell ill, eventually kicking the bucket. Serves
him right! | wanted you all to see that anyone linked to Clara gets jinxed. First, it was Grandfather, now it's
Father. You've hated Clara all these years, but didn't expect the real culprit to be me, did you? Hahaha, what
now? Clara sees you all as strangers and won't forgive any of you. I've given my shares to Greysen, and soon the
Wellington family company will belong to someone else. You all deserve this! A bunch of losers!"
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