Chapter 460
Clara had no choice but to comply and reluctantly ascend the stairs. Once there, she immediately began to strategize her escape.
However, the maid had locked the door, making it impossible to open without a key.
“Open the door! Open the door!”
Clara pounded on the door, but the maid’s response came from the other side. “Mr. Jefferson has instructed that you need to rest well. A doctor will be here soon to check on you Please rest well, Ms. Ramor”
As clara heard the maid’s footsteps fade away, fear gripped her.
A doctor. What was Conner planning?
She quickly pulled out her phone, trying to call Sergio, but his number was unreachable. Clara’s face darkened as she realized Sergio had actually blocked her. Trying Larry’s number proved turile too as he had blocked her too.
With Conner’s influence looming large, calling the police would be impossible.
Panic–stricken, Clara was abruptly interrupted as the door swung open forcefully.
Conner, having swiftly dismissed Henry, entered and approached Clara slowly.
“Inever expected you would dare to entertain thoughts of betraying me,” Conner said, seizing Clara by the hair and pushing her to the ground.
Clara screamed, trembling in fear, “Mr. Jefferson, I was wrong! Please, spare me!”
“You should never have gone to see Sergio!” Conner’s grip tightened as he pushed Clara down.
Helpless, Clara lay under Conner’s forceful hold, utterly stripped of her dignity.
“I know I was wrong, Mr. Jefferson. I won’t ever do it again.” Cara trembled in terror as Conner’s hand rested on her belly, filling her with dread.
“Do you think having this child can replace Maeve as Mrs. Brooks? You‘ re delusionall” Conner’s voice was ice–cold.
Clara was thrown heavily onto the ground by Conner, shrinking in fear against the sofa.
“Clara Stewart, remember your place. You’re just the impostor Nathalie With a word from me, everything you have now will be gone.”
“I know, I know..” Clara shuddered.
“Now that you know, follow my instructions. Don’t anger me, or you’ll regret ir ”
“I know… I’ll do as you say, I’ll listen to you.” Clara hastily agreed.
Satisfied, Conner nodded. “I need you to do something for me now.”
“Okay! I’ll help you as long as you spare me!” she stammered.
“Use the child in your belly to frame Marve.”
“What?” dara’s face turned pale at Conner’s words.
He wanted her to use the child to frame Maeve?
Conner leaned in close to Clara’s ear, whispering. Clara’s complexion grew increasingly grim, until finally, she collapsed weakly on the floor.