She spoke through quiet sobs, tears falling like scattered pearls.
From childhood until now, no matter what happened, Ian had always trusted her without question. She had once asked him why.
Back then, he had simply smiled, ruffling her hair with a look of effortless warmth in his eyes and said, "Since I'm your brother, it's natural to trust you."
However now, Ian only stared at her coldly and said coldly, “Doing something wrong and still not admitting it is a disgrace. Now, kneel down and apologize to Rea right away,”
Clara's eyes widened. With bloodshot and swollen eyes, she looked up at him in despair.
This was Rea's plan all along.
Now, she, the victim, was expected to apologize to the perpetrator.
Hiding behind Ian, Rea's eyes flashed with smug satisfaction.
“There are only two people in this world I’d ever kneel to. They are Grandma and Mrs. Cumberland.”
“If you insist this is my fault, then I’ll return it to her.”
Clara spoke calmly, then reached for a nearby wine bottle and smashed it against her own head.
Bang!
Warm liquid gushed from her scalp as fresh blood trickled down her face.