Novel1Chapter 132
Dr. Gribble had a rough night, tossing and turning till dawn. When he finally
dragged himself out of bed the next morning, dark shadows hung under his eyes, and he felt like he was in a fog
even on his commute to the hospital.
Settling into his chair, he barely had a moment before Quinn stormed in. Her expression was as defiant as ever,
glaring at him like he was dirt under her shoe.
"Didn't | already tell you to quit?" she snapped.
Dr. Gribble backed up a few steps, his lips quivering. "Miss Quinn, | was dragged into this mess against my will.
Don't burn bridges. We live in a world of rules and laws."
A flicker of disgust passed through Quinn's eyes. She thought he talked way too much. “Dr. Gribble, you've got
your money. It's too late to start with this now. You really don't want to cross me. Better do as | say, or else..."
The threat hung in the air, heavy and clear.
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After she left, Dr. Gribble slumped in his chair, sweat dripping down his face. The fear of someone trying to run
him over again that night gnawed at him. Would he get lucky twice? He couldn't die-not now. He had to survive!
Then he heard that familiar voice from the previous night-Clara.
Clara was standing right at Quinn's hospital room door. When Quinn saw her, fury twisted her face. "Clara!"
Wasn't the Bradford family's security on the hunt for Clara? How could she just show up like this? Quinn's eyes
turned red, her rage melting into a look of pitiful vulnerability. “Clara, | begged Mom not to send you to an
asylum. Why are you here to taunt me? I've already lost my child. Isn't that enough for you?"
Clara glanced back and, sure enough, she spotted Naomi and Simon. Naomi rushed forward, ready to slap Clara,
but Clara caught her wrist effortlessly.
"Naomi, you always seem ready to slapwhenever we meet," Clara remarked calmly.
Naomi's anger was palpable. Her shoulders were shaking. "Clara, how dare you show your face here?!"
Clara released her grip, her voice steady. "I didn't do it, and my conscience is clear. Why shouldn't | be here?"
"Oh, you have a clear conscience, huh? Do you know what folks are saying about you? They're calling you
ruthless, heartless, a jinx!"
As soon as Naomi spat out those words, a hundred-dollar bill was flung at her cheek.
Clara just smiled.
"If you really hatethat much, take this hundred bucks. If only you'd remembered to use it on sprotection
back when you and Johnny becan item."
Naomi's eyes widened in disbelief, and then she fainted from sheer anger. The impact of Clara's words was so
intense that people passing by were left speechless. Nurses rushed over to catch Naomi and whisked her into a
room.
Unfazed, Clara lowered her lashes and turned to leave. But Simon stepped in her path. "Is that how you talk to
your mother?"
Clara looked up, her eyes now brimming with tears. "What else do you want, Simon? Seriously, | gotta ask-would
you really let yourself have an illegitimate kid?"
She lowered her head, dabbing at her tears. "Even if you've been fooling around with Quinn, you're still
technically my fiancé. | just can't see you being dumb enough to let someone like her get pregnant."
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Simon had been ready to scold her, but those teary eyes softened his resolve. Clara had always been tough as
nails. She had never shown a hint of weakness, and always put him down. But now, she seemed so fragile, like
she needed someone to save her.
"Clara, what... what are you getting at?"
"Don't you get it? Quinn was never pregnant. It was all her own little . But no one in the Bradford family, or
anywhere else for that matter, believed me. | chere today to set the record straight. The truth stands on its
own. If you want to lockup in an asylum, then go ahead. | won't fight it."
Clara had switched gears, knowing that confronting Simon head-on would only make him dig in his heels and
becmore sinister. But if she showed vulnerability, his protective instincts might kick in.
She timed her words perfectly, making sure Dr. Gribble could hear everything from his room. If Dr. Gribble
wanted to turn things around, Simon was his ticket.
Simon reached out, ready to comfort Clara, when Quinn emerged from the room, her face pale and her body
trembling.
"Clara, why are you slanderinglike this? You've really lost your mind."
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