Her voice was filled with artificial pity for Clara and yet, she suddenly leaned in. Her eyes filled with malice and her tone turned sharp, "However, he said he's only taking you as his sister, yet you have that incestuous thought about him, isn't that too disgusting?”
Clara's body stiffened as if she was struck by lightning. She never thought Ian would tell Rea about this.
Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and she felt she had just been slapped.
It was clear that Ian had already rejected her and she was dead and their lives would never intersect again. Then why did he feel the need to trample her dignity like this?
She lowered her head and pressed her lips together, unwilling to engage. However, Rea had no intention of stopping.
Arms crossed, she looked Clara up and down with condescension, her stance exuding dominance.
"Ian had made it clear that he doesn’t want you around. You should stop clinging to the past and leeching off the Cumberland Family."
"I’ll be the lady of this house soon and I don’t have the patience to watch a little girl sulk in the corner, playing pathetic games," she continued.