Clara slowly walked over, bent down, and picked up the brooch. When her fingertips touched the cold metal and the cracks, the last bit of her thought about Liam was finally extinguished. She didn't cry or argue, but simply gently stroked the cracks on the brooch with her thumb, her voice as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "Liam, you never believed me, right?"
Liam was stunned for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by her question. He frowned, his tone tinged with impatience. "I don't feel like talking to you about this right now. It's just a broken glass brooch from a street vendor. It's broken. Vanessa and Noah were frightened, so I need to take them to rest. Clean up this place yourself and reflect on your actions."
After saying that, he didn't look at Clara anymore. He carefully held Noah in his arms and helped Vanessa walk towards the bedroom. When Vanessa passed by Clara, she deliberately slowed down her pace and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Ms. Clara, face the reality. Liam has always had only me and the children in his heart. You are just a superfluous person."